| Look down at the people smiling
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| Waving handkerchiefs to the sky
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| Clouds hang over the hills and mountains
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| Moscow airport says goodbye
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| Behind iron curtain across the Berlin wall
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| No news no word can reach us
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| There’s no one there at all
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| I’m flying over Russia
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| Looking where no man can go
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| I’m flying over Russia
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| Looking down on Russian snow
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| Through the frosty window
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| Looking at the guards below
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| Just how happy are they
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| That’s something I’ll never know
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| Now the hills and valleys give way to icy plains
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| I see the rising smoke
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| From the eastern border trains
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| I’m flying over Russia
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| Looking where no man can go
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| I’m flying over Russia
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| Looking down on Russian snow
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| But we don’t know
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| And the Russian snow
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| It never shows
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| What only Russians know
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| I wonder do you believe
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| The lies that you’re sold
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| I wonder do you ever
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| Dream of being free
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| They tell us you had to do what you’re told
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| Well so do we |