He flew from Miami Beach BOAC
Do not go to bed last night
Oh, how the paper bag was on my knees
Man, I had a terrible flight
I am back to USSR
You do not know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah

You disappeared for so long did not know the place
Wow, nice to be home
Tomorrow unpack my suitcase
Honey disconnect the phone
I returned to the Soviet Union
You do not know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S.
Back in the USSR

Well girls I turn Ukraine
Leave behind the West
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia is always on my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yes
Yes, yes, yes
I returned to the Soviet Union
You do not know how lucky you are, children
Back in the USSR

Well girls I turn Ukraine
Leave behind the West
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
Georgia still my my my my my my my my mind

Oh, show me the cycle of snow
a mountain in southern
Take me to the farm that his father
Let me hear the sound of the balalaika
Come and keep your comrade warm
I am back to USSR
Hey, do not know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey

(Entrada número 17 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)