Why don't the Russians smile more?
Our feelings are real, they're not a show
It goes on; pours, melts, smokes and kindles
"Why do the Russians smile so little?"
At the heart of the most enlightened worlds,
The darkest of black holes are born.
But, none of that really matters.
"Why do the Russians smile so little?" - that's what counts.
Trying to drown out other questions? An old trick, partners.
- Hey, Russians, why do you smile so little?
We do smile... When things go as we hoped;
We smile when we meet a kindred soul;
And, and the end of every long winter, we do smile, ever so little
A thin stalk rises up through heavy lumps - that's how the earth smiles;
You stand on it, feeling the strength with your feet, and the smile lits your eyes
We smile when new cities appear on icy plains
When our guy flies first into space
When a tired soldier comes back victorious, a grin on his face