Russian
Alexander TSAROVTSEV & The PILGRIM


FEBRUARY SUN

Ref. Now we’re floating down Broadway and holding each other Hips are clinking together like glasses of wine You bewitch with your hair happy mermaid, or rather Nymph, sweet jealousy splashes and sticks in my mind 1. Well, it’s winter of course and it’s February, nagging Keeps on bothering, threatening with snowstorms and cold But today in this sun which is shamelessly bragging We are carelessly drifting no secrets untold Ref. Now we’re floating down Broadway and holding each other Hips are clinking together like glasses of wine You bewitch with your hair happy mermaid, or rather Nymph, sweet jealousy splashes and sticks in my mind 2. There’ll be hundreds of rains sobering like disillusions And a few thousand more chilling losses ahead But right now we’re just gliding immune to confusions And we’re crystally ringing and sparkling instead Ref. Now we’re floating down Broadway and holding each other Hips are clinking together like glasses of wine You bewitch with your hair happy mermaid, or rather Nymph, sweet jealousy splashes and sticks in my mind