(1966 - Jan Akkerman) The Russian spy and I, we both wonder why the world is split in two The Russian spy and I, we both wonder why the world is split in two I sit down a lonesome way in South where I'm living in my house Near to Camp Kennedy where the answer had to be Looking for a secret weapon I know when what would happen The Russian spy and I, we both wonder why the world is split in two She was the most belle kind of sex Did no man give a chance to relax Hang around my surroundings Watching her sound boundings Couldn't stop myself to ask her in Russia shouldn't know where she's been
The Russian spy and I, we both wonder why the world is split in two The Russian spy and I, we both wonder why the world is split in two Aah, comrade? Njet (Нет)