Zinaida, you’re the one I was meant to be with

I saw you sing in Paris and I want to make love to you like the city

Night time falls and I see you leave your hotel

As you walk by your hiney sways like the Royal Bell

I dream about holding your derrieŕe as we lay on silk

Dance with me in the sheets and show me your Russian moves

Alexander’s aide-de-camp, Nikita, can’t do what I can do to you

 

When you yell with sweet tones my body gets chills

I wish to give such euphoric feelings

The queen of music and beauty, my queen of music and beauty

How I would do so much to make you sing sweet sounds of joy

 

Luxury and fame, you already have, so let me give you something better

Oh let me love you like the people love their vodka

Volkonskaya, you are to be graced for the rest of your life in Santi Vincenzo e Anastasio a Trevi

Eventually I shall join you and we will shake the church