Russian Blues

I'm just a Russian refugee
There's nothing left in all the world for me
But within my brain I seem to hear those lovely melodies again
That made my motherland what she used to be
I'm weary and my heart is sore
For even though I do return once more
Skies are overcast and I'll have nothing but my memories of the past
To make me weep for days that have gone before

Old days of my past, those Russian blues
The blues I'll never lose until I die
For while I'm sleeping, the lovely melodies come creeping
Just to remind me of days gone by

Fairy tales that I learned at my mother's knee
And the echo of nightingales in a magical tree
Then I find I'm waking with a sigh, that's the reason why
I've got those, those Russian blues

Then I find I'm waking with a sigh, that's the reason why
I've got those Russian blues