It is Ivanovich nIn his rocketshipnScreaming helplessly, up above the earthnAnd while his heart is splintered nAll the girls of winternAre buried in their coats anonymousnnWhile winter girls are waitingnIvanovich in high rotationnHe's just another star up in the skynAnd while the world was waitingnWe're overwhelmed by some sensationnOf something long ago and far awaynnLike General Jackson's arm nIt's buried on some farmnWhile the fever pushes words from his lipsnAnd by the drunken rivernWhere the soldiers shivernWe rest beneath the shade of the treesnnWhile winter girls are sayingnEach of us a tiny nationnHe's just another star, but so am InAnd while the world was waitingnWe're overwhelmed by some sensationnOf something long ago and far away