Please excuse me, I am a hopeless romantic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yassen or the Alex Rider series.

Blue Eyes

Blue- eyed Russian, won't you come down

and talk music with me for a while?

I know you're cold as ice,

but you do ice- cold with such style.

I know you respect talent and discipline,

don't expect it'll move you when I start to sing,

but maybe you'll admire my bold daring

when I look into your eyes?

Wish I could show you how fine the world looks,

when you see it through rose-tinted eyes.

But for you it's hard and blue

and clear and cold as the Russian skies.

Maybe I should see it the same way too

Because that's more simple and real and true,

But instead I say to you:

"Cold-eyed Russian,

"How came your eyes so blue?"

The only one you ever cared for

is off saving the world somewhere.

Stand and contemplate the situation

while snowflakes gather in your hair.

And I might stick around just to see if they melt,

cause if your spirit gave off any heat it couldn't be felt,

so maybe the knife is in to the hilt,

since the man you called Hunter died.

Wish I could show you…

Blue- eyed Russian, won't you come down

and talk music for a minute or two?

Wish I could believe

that there's still some good locked inside of you.

In diamond ice there's a tiny flaw.

I heard them cheering for the matador,

and there's an outside chance some angel saw

the compassion in your eyes.

Wish I could show you…

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