Let me tell you what I'm dreaming of Let me tell you what I dream Love is what I'm dreaming of Love is what I dream I dream of love, I dream of love Of love I dream, I dream
Don't leave me now, my sweet Moscow I'm tearing up, Siberia Don't say a word, St. Petersburg Just dream of love, of love
Pick up your hammer and your sickle And march among one hundred billion stars Every farmer has a cow to milk Every traitor behind bars But the lovers bear the scars
We don't have long, we don't have long To dream of love, of love
Don't leave me now, my sweet Moscow I'm tearing up, Siberia Don't say a word, St. Petersburg Just dream of love, of love