It is Ivanovich
In his rocketship
Screaming helplessly, up above the earth
And while his heart is splintered
All the girls of winter
Are buried in their coats anonymous
While winter girls are waiting
Ivanovich in high rotation
He's just another star up in the sky
And while the world was waiting
We're overwhelmed by some sensation
Of something long ago and far away
Like General Jackson's arm
It's buried on some farm
While the fever pushes words from his lips
And by the drunken river
Where the soldiers shiver
We rest beneath the shade of the trees
While winter girls are saying
Each of us a tiny nation
He's just another star, but so am I
And while the world was waiting
We're overwhelmed by some sensation
Of something long ago and far away