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