VICTO WAS BORN IN THE SPRING OF '44 AND NEVER SAW HIS FATHER ANYMORE A CHILD OF SACRAFICE A CHILD OF WAR ANOTHER SON WHO NEVER HAD A FATHER AFTER LENINGRAD
WENT OF TO SCHOOL AND LEARN TO SERVE THE STATE FOLLOWED THE RULES AND DRUNK HIS VODKA STRAIGHT THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE WAS DROWN THE HATE AND RUSSIAN LIFE WAS VERY SAD AND SUCH WAS LIVE IN LENINGRAD
I WAS BORN IN FORTY NINE A COLD WAR KID IN MCCARTHY TIME STOP'EM AT THE THIRTYEIGHT PARALLEL BLAST THOSE YELLOW REDS TO HELL COLD WAR KODS WERE HARD TO KILL UNDER THERE 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 BUD CHILDREN LIVED IN LEVITTOWN AND HID IN THE SHELTERS UNDERGROUND TILL THE SOVIETS TURNED THEIR SHIPS AROUND AND TORE THE CUBAN MISSILESS 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 DAUTHER LAUGH THEN WE EMBRACED WE NEVER KNEW WHAT FRIENDS WH HAD UNTIL WE CAME TO LENINGRAD