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Written and produced by Scott Walker. The Russians are going The Russians are going Departing like merchants dragging the contours into the never settling snow Behold not a possum Nothing to sneeze at A rouble left spinning Rouble keeps Spinning Oh where is a sombre reverie? Fingered but I won’t be soiled I won’t beg or lift my voice and I won’t be soiled The sun will never rise but I will see it spilling down the slave ships cross the bay A tear will never fall but I will feel it gliding o
