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
A father after Leningrad
Went off to school

and learned to serve his state
follow the rules
and drank his vodka straight

the only way to live
was drown the hate
the russian life was very sad

and such was life in leningrad

I was born in 49

A cold war kid in the McCarthy times
Stop 'em at the 38th parallel
blast those yellow reds to hell

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
become a circus clown

the greastst happiness
he'd ever found
was making russian 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.