| I went from Moscow to St. Petersberg | |
| On the midnight train | |
| I knew I must go, two years without a word | |
| Could you feel the same? | |
| Eleven thirty, at the Vok Sal | |
| My guardian angel knew | |
| My frozen footfall, on the platform | |
| Leads me back to you | |
| This coldest of wars | |
| Where I stand to lose | |
| The best thing I ever had | |
| It's something I want so bad | |
| Ten hours from Leningrad | |
| To see your face again | |
| Is all I need | |
| You give the life to me | |
| And air to breath | |
| And when you're there, well then | |
| I'm not so cold | |
| When we're alone again | |
| As close as Russian dolls | |
| Did I see you? Oh I can't be sure | |
| In the gathering crowd | |
| Our connection, always so secure | |
| Signal's not so loud | |
| So I come to you | |
| What else can I do? | |
| You're the best thing I ever had | |
| You're something I need so bad | |
| Ten seconds from Leningrad | |
| To see your face again | |
| Is all I need | |
| You give the life to me | |
| And air to breath | |
| And when you're there, well then | |
| I'm not so cold | |
| When we're alone again | |
| As close as Russian dolls |