Victor was born 
The spring of 44 
and never saw 
His father anymore 
The child of sacrifice 
child of war 
Another son who never had 
father after Leningrad 
Went off to school 
and learned to serve his state 
follow [bad word] 
and drank his vodka straight 
the only way to live 
was drown the hate  [bad word] life was very sad 
and such was life in leningrad 

I was born in 49 
cold war kid in the McCarthy times 
Stop 'em at the 38th parallel 
blast those yellow reds to [bad word] 
cold war kids were hard to kill 
under their desks in an air raid drill 
haven't they heard we won the war 
what do they keep on fighting for? 

Victor was sent 
to some red army town 
served out his time  [bad word] a circus clown 
the greastst happiness 
he'd ever found 
was [bad word] children glad 
when children lived in leningrad. 

The children lived in Levittown 
hid in the shelters underground 
Til the soviets turned their ships around 
torn the cuban missiles down 
and in that bright October sun 
we knew our childhood days were done 
I watched my friends go off to war 
What do they keep on fighting for? 


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.