Is this it? Not Natasha but Olga

" Olga from the Volga thread"


OLGA from the VOLGA
Am2 = Bm

[Am] The borscht no longer bubbles in the [E] gorschkies
The samovar does not boil so loud and [Am] free
The moujiks bow their leedle heads in [E] sorrow
For love has gone from Olga… and from [Am] me.

Olga was a true Siberian maiden
She was luscious, in a luscious Russian way
She used to take me punting on the Wolga
Now Olga's in the Wolga for to stay.

My friends they used to say I was a sadist
I used to pluck the wings from leedle flies
But that was till I met my daaarling Olga
And saw the masochism in her eyes.

How tenderly she'd whisper "Sergei, beat me!"
Into her eyes there came a Russian glow
How tenderly she'd whisper "Sergei, wheep me!"
But I, her love, would only answer No.

It was cruel being kind to leedle Olga
At times it made me sad, I must confess
So when one night she whispered "Sergei... DROWN me!"
I smiled a Russian smile and answered Yes.

So that was the end of little Olga
But the angels bore her skywards(?), sad to tell
And now she weeps amongst the great rejoicing,
For a masochist in heaven, life is helll!
[pianissimo:]
The borscht no longer bubbles in the gorschkies
The samovar does not boil so loud and free
The moujiks bow their leedle heads in sorrow
For love has gone from Olga…    … and from me.