Игорь Гриськов Music of My Dreams

A blizzard and bitter cold im sitting here with a cold
How tired i am of winter
Outside the snow is swirling no ones coming to visit
Its enough to drive you mad
Snow is knocking on my window im watching movies
Right up until the morning
On a wild island palms and coconuts
Sea sand and heat

I wont let myself feel sad
I want to play with santana
In the dark of night ill just touch the strings
And fly there right away
The melody starts playing and it feels like
Im already in that distant land
With sweet fruits and beautiful mulatto girls
Im basking in the waves by the shore

Id lie on the beach like a dried fish all year long
Chewing on a banana again
My bellys stuck to my back and my weight
Must be about forty five kilos
Like being in a never ending steam bath ive got just one desire
To dive naked into a snowdrift
Potatoes with lard okroshka with kvass
Thats what i want back again

Everything seems great but still
Im drawn back to my homeland
Ive dreamed enough already
Who can forbid me to dream
So that winter would never live in my soul again
And the lonely wind would fade away
Ill never stop playing with santana
The music of my dreams
Ill never stop playing with santana
The music of my dreams