There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? I’ll wake you tomorrow and you will be my fill, yes,
Years ago, when i was younger, I kinda liked a girl I knew. She was mine and we were sweethearts;