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 ships 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