Russian Red: "Fantasia"



I write whatever’s in your head
And I do it with a pen
I borrowed, blue ink and a double sorrow
I go carefully, choose
The rabbit and the goose
From the box in the kitchen
Oh, that's where you put all your little animals
Your (¿wild?) stroking lies
Your ideas and all
Of your fantasias
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Mmh ah ah
And ah ladah ladah

And I take all my underwear
Make sure I don’t forget
All the good times
Should fit them right there in the distance
Red boots, black hair and a look
A mutual empty gaze
Considering the pros of this once tempted break-in
Oh oh your wild stroking lies, your ideas and all of your fantasias
And ah lah ha (etc.)

Maybe they don’t understand I am leaving with my guitar and hands
You close the door as soon as I step out, step out, step out, step out, step out
Step out of your nice flat
Glad, glad, I saw you glad or at least you look as if you were
Glad, but me I can’t oh oh me, I can’t but turn baaaaaack
Baaaah baaaaaah daaah daaah