Leningrad 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 all at the 38th Parallel Blast those yellow reds to hell And cold war kids were hard t
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