Nastenka
Patriot · 2003 · Track 5
Listen, bro, I swear to God, I ain't bullsittin' you
Some weird-ass fluke dropped me in a fancy social do
Bankers, diplomats, snobs, and art connoisseurs
Musicians, poets, and just plain fucking amateurs
I'm standing in the corner, my outfit ain't brand new
Just looking like a Chilean bum among that elite crew
My face is blue as a plum, my hairdo like a papakha
Guess I was hungover, or maybe just exhausted from a bang-a-thon
Anyway, I didn't look my best, but that's alright!
'Cause the main thing is, Nastenka caught my sight
And now we're standing side by side, chatting 'bout this and that
But from her crazy eyes, I realized in a flash: That's that!
Her eyes are Spain, a bullfight, sheer fiery passion
A creature made of lace
And I'm left dry as old parchment
Nastya! Nastenka!