The Old Soviet Union

The old soviet-union It must have been winter when the old tank skip Sailed through the Dardanelles into the Black sea Which was full of ice flakes. The ship was loading oil in a town I have forgotten The name of, but I do remember it was sparse On-street lights had a wide boulevard and few cars. We found a restaurant in a building the looked An office block, we ate caviar and drank white wine. A place for the Nomenclature in ill-fitting suits. The old soviet - union still existed in all its dullness And general sadness, which I think is over now people who make good wine can’t be kept down.