Nataliya

I met her in a holy town

Dirty afternoon of crumbling grace

Fur collar turned upside down

Pretty nose spread across her face

She said I get to keep my tips

Since '53 we've come quite far

And schoolgirls dream of a life like this

There's no coal left in Vorkuta

Nataliya come home

Nataliya come home

Nataliya come home

Into the cold

They spun such pretty tales

Seven orange groves and Cyprus sun

Now I've got seven sons a day

Funny how the truth's undone

Just gotta

Sleep my plane fare off

For another living overseas

If I work long and hard enough

There's no fruit here in Tel Aviv

Nataliya come home

Nataliya come home

Nataliya come home

Into the cold

Your cold white hands

They're your lily assassins

See how they dance in shadow

The tiles on the wall

They're the clouds that surrounds you

The dust in the wind and the lilies on snow

Nataliya come home

Nataliya come home

Nataliya come home

Into the cold

Into the cold