Nikita
Hey, Nikita, is it coldIn your little corner of the world?You could roll around the globeAnd never find a warmer soul to know.
Oh, I saw you by the wallTen of your tin soldiers in a row,With eyes that looked like ice on fireThe human heart a captive in the snow.
Oh, Nikita, you will never know anything about my home,I'll never know how good it feels to hold you,Nikita, I need you so!Oh, Nikita, is the other side of any given line in time?Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,Oh, no, Nikita, you'll never know...
Do you ever dream of me?Do you ever see the letters that I write?When you look up through the wireNikita, do you count the stars at night?
And if there comes a timeGuns and gates no longer hold you in,And if you're free to make a choiceJust look towards the west and find a friend.
Oh, Nikita, you will never know anything about my home,I'll never know how good it feels to hold you,Nikita, I need you so!Oh, Nikita, is the other side of any given line in time?Counting ten tin soldiers in a row,Oh, no, Nikita, you'll never know...