But you were much too young for your life to cease
At a car-crashing end.
I remember you well, I remember you plainly.
I remember your smile, oh, but mainly
I remember what you said:
"You haven't lived 'til you've seen Latvia,
Land of my heart built upon water.
How I'd love to take you there.
The winters are blue, the autumns are fire.
The summers are green, the scent of desire.
You can almost taste the air.
"But here, the winters are rain, the colors are plain,
The nights are as cold as ice.
The brown summer glade,
Reminds me that I've paid my price.
Oh, well. After all, this is not my paradise."
But you didn't know you had your last dream.
And you didn't know you had your last chance.
There's no more romance, there's no more delight.
Where's your paradise tonight?
"Sometimes I wish I was back in Russia.
There are the days that I am so fond of.
How I'd love to take you there.
You haven't lived ?til you've seen our opera,
And walked down the streets that I do so love.
You can almost taste the air.
"But the only things here are cigarettes and beer,
And how can they suffice?
There's nothing to do,
There's nothing for you but flies and lice.
Oh, well. After all, this is not my paradise."
But you didn't know you had your last dream.
And you didn't know you had your last chance.
There's no more romance, there's no more delight.
Where's your paradise tonight?
And then one night of intoxication,
I heard the road was painted red.
I can almost taste the air.
Now I've lost your smile of inspiration.
Latvia's waiting for me you said,
But I'll never see you there.
But the moments we had made me oh, so glad
To be with you anywhere at all.
And the days we shared cannot be compared
To any other day I can recall.
Every time I was down, you turned me around,
Babe, you lifted me up from my crawl.
I would stay up so late by the phone and just wait for your call.
It must've been paradise after all.
