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Hey, Nikita, is it cold
in your little corner of the world?

You could roll around the globe,
and never find a warmer soul to know.

Oh, I saw you by the wall,
ten of your tin soldiers in a row,

with eyes that looked like ice on fire,
the human heart a captive in the snow.

Oh Nikita, you will never know
anything about my home.

I'll never know how good it feels to hold you,
hold you.
Nikita, I need you so.

Oh Nikita, is the other side
of any given line in time
counting ten tin soldiers in a row?

Oh no, Nikita, you'll never know.

Do you ever dream of me?
Do you ever see the letters that I write?

When you look up through the wire,
Nikita, do you count the stars at night?

And if there comes a time
guns and gates no longer hold you in,

and if you're free to make a choice,
just look towards the west and find a friend.

Oh Nikita, you will never know
anything about my home.

I'll never know how good it feels to hold you,
hold you.
Nikita, I need you so.

Oh Nikita, is the other side
of any given line in time
counting ten tin soldiers in a row?

Oh no, Nikita, you'll never know.

Oh Nikita, you will never know,
never know anything about my home.

I'll never know how good it feels to hold you.
Nikita, I need you so.

Oh Nikita, is the other side
of any given line in time
counting ten tin soldiers in a row?

Oh no, Nikita, you'll never know.