Billy Joel
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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


Mirror lyrics:

Until we came to Leningrad
We never knew what friends we had
He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced
To meet him eye to eye and face to face
And so my child and I came to this place

What do they keep on fighting for?
And I watched my friends go off to war
We knew our childhood days were done
And in that bright October sun
And tore the Cuban missiles down
Until the Soviets turned their ships around
And hid in the shelters underground
But children lived in Levittown

And children lived in Leningrad
Was making Russian children glad
The greatest happiness he´d ever found
Served out his time, became a circus clown
Viktor was sent to some Red Army town

What do they keep on fighting for?
Haven´t they heard we won the war
Under their desk in an air raid drill
And cold war kids were hard to kill
Blast those yellow reds to hell
Stop ´em at the 38th Parallel
A cold war kid in McCarthy time
I was born in ´49

And such was life in Leningrad
A Russian life was very sad
The only way to live was drown the hate
Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight
Went off to school and learned to serve the state
Another son who never had a father after Leningrad
A child of sacrifice, a child of war
And never saw his father anymore
Viktor was born in the spring of ´44


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