Viktor was born in the spring of '44
And never saw his father
anymore
A child of sacrifice, a child of war
Another son who never had a
father after Leningrad
Went off to school and learned to serve the
state
Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight
The only way to live
was drown the hate
A Russian life was very sad
And such was life in
Leningrad
I was born in '49
A cold war kid in McCarthy time
Stop
'em at the 38th Parallel
Blast those yellow reds to hell
And cold war kids
were hard to kill
Under their desk in an air raid drill
Haven't they heard
we won the war
What do they keep on fighting for?
Viktor was sent to
some Red Army town
Served out his time, became a circus clown
The greatest
happiness he'd ever found
Was making Russian children glad
And children
lived in Leningrad
But children lived in Levittown
And hid in the
shelters underground
Until the Soviets turned their shps around
And tore
the Cuban missiles down
And in that bright October sun
We knew our
childhood days were done
And I watched my friends go off to war
What do
they keep on fighting for?
And so my child and I came to this place
To
meet him eye to eye and face to face
He made my daughter laugh, then we
embraced
We never knew what friends we had
Until we came to Leningrad