Written and produced by Scott Walker.
The Russians are going
The Russians are going
Departing like merchants
dragging the contours
into the never settling
snow
Behold not a possum
Nothing to sneeze at
A rouble left
spinning
Rouble keeps
Spinning
Oh where is
a sombre reverie?
Fingered
but I won’t
be soiled
I won’t beg
or lift
my
voice
and I won’t
be soiled
The sun will never
rise
but I will see
it
spilling down
the slave ships
cross the bay
A tear will never
fall
but I will feel
it
gliding o