Woorden: Mountain Goats, The. Evening In Stalingrad.

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