The career of today's second row Russian fascist philosopher Alexandr Dugin started from getting born in a family of a GRU officer, then getting kicked out of one university and barely graduating from another one, but - most importantly - partying with the Soviet "golden youth", children of communist apparatchiks who enjoyed the newly acquired freedom of speech and economic activity. Dugin doesn't seem to be very proud of his early musical career and it's not hard to understand when you hear how he sings and what he sings.

Lyrics:

In a beautiful morning mood In a sky blue Cadillac We're travelling the roads of Europe Where the morning light is so beautiful

The sky-blue fascists Greet us with their right hand You give them a sly look And laugh joyfully in return.

The sky-blue fascists In a sky-blue Cadillac, ♪ They've got scary signs on their armbands ♪ And they're holding giant cats.

Tonight you're nice and pretty In a sky blue Cadillac, Tonight I'm beautiful too In my suit as white as snow.

Rock “n” roll on the radio. Elvis Presley is on the radio Carrying a democratic slogan There's a man walking towards us

Carrying a democratic slogan In a sky blue Cadillac And for a long time the angry dogs bark At the word ‘liberta.’

You let your hair down In a sky-blue Cadillac, And you smoke a Philip Morris And let the smoke drift down your throat

You smoked a Philip Morris In a sky blue Cadillac

And some red limousine

Some red limousine

In some red limousine, In a sky blue Cadillac, With a little bit of powder on his tanks, A very strange sir drove by

We're travelling the roads of Europe In a sky blue Cadillac We're driving to the very blue sea Where the surf is still and quiet.

We're going to a hot beach, We're driving to an ice-cold Martini, There's big jellyfish swimming And seashells flipping through Playboy.

And on the Adriatic Sea, Forgetting the blue Cadillac, We'll enjoy love All summer long