Конрад Карлович Михельсон

There is a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming ghost One people look at him, with terror and a fear But the monster goes cheap, he was such a lovely dear He could preach the Bible like a preacher Full of ecstasy and fire But he also was the kind of teacher The man who did die Raw, raw, Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone Raw, raw, Rasputin, Russia's strangest love machine It was a shame how he carried on Raw, raw, Rasputin