Rusinka

Pure and white,
her skin is so inviting.
Like a new and fresh snow.
Eyes of blue,
so pure and blinding,
like the sky over Moscow.

An Israeli boy, and a Rusinka,
we're off to go through the muzika.
Muzika. Muzika.
Singing of god knows what.

no "Kakadi" nor "Kharashot",
no single word that I know.
No "kakadi" nor "Kharashot",
but you can teach me all of it.

An Israeli boy, and a Rusinka,
we're off to go through the muzika.
Muzika. Muzika.
Singing of god knows what.

no "Kakadi" nor "Kharashot",
no single word that I know.
No "kakadi" nor "Kharashot",
but you can teach me all of it.

I'll learn it all for her.