Oh My Lenska




Oh my Lenska.
how you make me burn.

Oh my Lenska,
how the worm has turned.

That uncommon chilly night,
taught me things were just not right .

Oh my Lenska.
Oh my Lenska


Oh my Lenska,
I didn't read the signs.
Oh my Lenska,
grief clings to me like vines.

A thousand gulags couldn't start
describe the prison of my heart.

Oh my Lenska.
Oh my Lenska.

I was Lenskas' lover man.
but she used me like a garbage can.
Slings and arrows how they burn
but for Lenska I still yearn.

Oh my Lenska.
Oh my Lenska.

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