Let me tell you what I'm dreaming of
Let me tell you what I dream
Love is what I'm dreaming of
Love is what I dream
I dream of love, I dream of love
Of love I dream, I dream

Pick up your hammer and your sickle
And march among one hundred billion stars
Every farmer has a cow to milk
Every traitor behind bars
But the lovers bear the scars

We don't have long, we don't have long
To dream of love, of love

Don't leave me now, my sweet Moscow
I'm tearing up, Siberia
Don't say a word, St. Petersburg
Just dream of love, of love