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| Moonlight, Vodka and song |
He proves that heartfelt songs of love, war, patriotism can be popular everywhere.
This first song is almost and ex-pat anthem, the lonely feelings of a foreigner in Moscow. Moscow is a long way from L.A. Written during the cold war it speaks to the loneliness when you cannot know who to trust. Even without the cold war, a foreigner is often alone. Drinking vodka in the moonlight.
Moonlight and Vodka - Chris de Burgh - Clip from Dangerous Lady - Опасная леди
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45FO14BORFU
Lyrics at the bottom of page.
And sometimes love strikes, even in a foreign land. Falling in love with the dance and the dancer.
Natasha Dance - Наташа танца - Chris de Burgh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1aQWy1FKKM
In 2007 Chris de Burgh performed in Moscow a song of Leningrad and its struggle in WWII. The German army laid siege to Leningrad, now St. Petersburg, for 3 years and a million people starved. Yet Leningrad did not fall and the Russian army prevailed.
Leningrad Memories - Ленинградская избранное
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoiS3RNjQa0
Many were lost in WWII and this song of soldiers lost under the snow has universal appeal.
Snow is Falling - выпавшего снега - Chris de Burgh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTtZ11LAxUE
Snow is falling
Snow is falling, snow is falling on the ground,
In the forest, in the forest there's no sound;
A shallow grave is where we lie,
The boys and men who died,
And snow is falling on the ground,
And we are calling to be found;
And the seasons, and the seasons come and go,
In the springtime, birds will sing and flowers grow,
At summer's end, the autumn breeze,
Will whisper through the trees,
And leaves are falling on the ground,
And we are calling to be found;
And in our homes, so many tears,
They don't know where we have gone,
And snow is falling on the ground,
And we are calling to be found,
We are calling to be found......
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A beautiful instrumental version of "When Winter Comes."
When Winter Comes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2H6yz55gWY
Moonlight and Vodka
Fix me a drink, make it a strong one,
Hey comrade, a drink, make it a long one,
My hands are shaking and my feet are numb,
My head is aching and the bar's going round,
And I'm so down, in this foreign town;
Tonight there's a band, it ain't such a bad one,
Play me a song, don't make it a sad one,
I can't even talk to these Russian girls,
The beer is lousy and the food is worse,
And it's so damn cold, yes it's so damn cold,
I know it's hard to believe,
But I haven't been warm for a week;
Moonlight and vodka, takes me away,
Midnight in Moscow is lunchtime in L.A.,
Ooh play boys, play...
Espionage is a serious business,
Well I've had enough of this serious business,
That dancing girl is making eyes at me,
I'm sure she's working for the K.G.B.
In this paradise, ah cold as ice;
Moonlight and vodka, takes me away,
Midnight in Moscow is sunshine in L.A.,
Yes, in the good old U.S.A.
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Natasha Dance
Natasha brings me kisses in the moonlight,
She kneels above me, silk upon my skin,
I reach for her, and I can feel her heartbeat,
Beneath her breast so heavy in my hand;
The rain is running rivers on my window,
And shimmers on the streetlights down below,
She's happy when I hold her in the shadows,
And whispers of a life I've never known;
And will you dance, Natasha dance for me,
Because I want to feel the passion in your soul,
And when you dance, will you tell me in a story,
The joy and pain of living in your world;
La la la, la la la, la la la la.......
And with the light I wake up in the morning,
And she has gone, it must have been a dream,
And then I see the roses on my pillow,
And now I know that she will come again;
And she will dance, Natasha dance for me,
Again I want to feel the passion in your soul,
And when you move, will you show me in a story,
The joy and pain of living in your world;
Natasha dance for me.........
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Leningrad
There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time,
And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war;
For the girl in the photograph, much had changed in the years that passed,
But her longing for the boy she loved was still the same since the war;
It was a moonless night upon the road of life, when he'd held her to say goodbye,
Many more would survive, for he stayed behind to help them live again;
When they met at the garden gate, tears would fall from a deep embrace,
For she never knew what happened to the boy she loved in the war;
Back in those happy days, before the soldiers came,
To break down the ones who remained,
And they only survived, who could learn to die, and live to fight again;
There they stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time,
And their memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war.
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