When you were nineteen I first laid eyes on you   The small stream that ran through the center of town carried your name to me   Your hair was dark and your eyes were frosty blue   Then they put me in jail 'til you were twenty-three      When you were twnety-four we took to drinking and dancing   We boxed with our shadows like a couple of kangaroos   Then we went down to Chechnya for the weekend   Your eyes were glacial and your promises all rang true      And things are happening here where we sleep   I can feel it in my boiling brain   And I'm dreaming in blood-red color   When I see the Stolypin car riding through the light rain   They'll have to carry me out on my back   They'll have to tear me to pieces all right   We are warm in our hidden room down here   We've got stars in our eyes tonight