Death Of A Russian

Writing funny letters to get you through;
Feeling father’s shame at what you had to do.
You want a woman like,
A woman like the moon;
'Cause she’s so far away — not here every day,
But she will pour champagne
When your time’s coming soon.
You would’ve been pleased to know
You’re still breaking hearts,
You’re still breaking hearts,
You’re still breaking hearts.
Half followed by the wrong procession,
To a military band,
While you rolled off in an oyster cart,
To the horror of your friends;
But I think you would have laughed,
At how it came to pass —
Yes — I think you would’ve laughed,
Tragic 'till the end.
You would’ve been pleased to know
You’re still breaking hearts,
You’re still breaking hearts,
You’re still breaking hearts