Letras
Over on Grand Street, the power has shifted
Tradition is broken, rudderless drifting
The points on the compass have turned quite completely
So remember, sweet angel
Don't fuck with Dimitri
Make a note in your diary
Don't fuck with Dimitri
A poisoner's honour, a Cossack's revenge
A single-line railroad that runs without end
And the Don makes his exit, calculated discreetly
From now on, my darling
Don't fuck with Dimitri
Write it over the phone now
Don't fuck with Dimitri
A poisoner's honour, a Cossack's revenge
A single-line railroad that runs without end
A poisoner's honour, a Cossack's revenge
A single-line railroad that runs without end
Brighton Beach Memoirs and KGB rules
The wise men now ride out, leaving only the fools
And Natasha is smiling, deceptive and sweetly
She's knowing enough
Not to fuck with Dimitri
I'll say it one more time
Don't fuck with Dimitri
Don't fuck with Dimitri
Don't fuck with Dimitri
Don't fuck with Dimitri
Don't fuck with Dimitri