Russian women in Dubai

To Dubai the lights are like the glitter of coins there is a trail of mercantile Russian women there love is just an empty sound for them when the purse is as tight as a book They dance in gold dust They tear men's hearts apart, alas

Four villas, yachts, diamonds in a row They'll betray their souls and sell them to hell Their gaze beckons like sweet poison, they'll sell their souls for money

Fidelity is a myth to men when it's just cash and a vulture They dance in gold dust They tear men's hearts apart, alas For villas, yachts, diamonds in a row They'll betray their souls and sell them to hell They have oil in their veins, not blood Their calculations are as cold as winter ice

Their beauty is just a mask, a makeup Behind which hides a cynical world They dance in gold dust They tear men's hearts apart, alas For villas, yachts, diamonds in a row, they'd sell their souls to hell

But there are those who seek love here, not for riches, not for the glitter of fetters