While the fever pushes words from his lips
Something long ago and far away
We rest beneath the shade of the trees
While winter girls are saying each of us a tiny nation
While winter girls are waiting Ivanovich in high rotation
All the girls of winter are buried in their coats anonymous
He's just another star up in the sky
A while his heart is splintered
A while the world was waiting we're overwhelmed by some sensation
A while the world was waiting we're overwhelmed by some sensation
And by the drunken river where the soldiers shiver
Like General Jackson's arm, it's buried on some farm
You're just another star but so am I
