It was well conceived in theory But it doesn't work in life Comrade has to wonder Is it ever worth the effort? Well I don't know but I've been told Not to hang on to my hope Well I don't but I've been told And I've been listening all my life If you're ever less than certain about the world Please don't let the worry make its way into your work And if you would stick up for me in the face of some adversity Know that I would only do the same Cuz it was well conceived in theory But it doesn't work in life And me I will not write it off Not ever having tried Well I don't know but I've told Not to hang on to my hope Well I don't know but I've told but That these are lies and they get old So look me in the eyes under expanding winter skies You'll find a feeling there that never knows the cold
Look me in the eyes and the skeptic in me dies The skeptic is a fool We are exceptions to the rule Cuz this is our land This is our land I will cross it holding your hand From Kursk to Moscow we will not be turned away This is our land This is our land I will cross it holding your hand In crooked streets of Petersburg We are all the same So if you're ever less than certain about the world Please don't let the worry make its way into your work And if you would stick up for me in the face of great adversity Know that I would do the same Know we are the same If you would stick up for me Speak kindly and poetically You can be my personal amba**ador to the world And if you're ever less than certain I will be your Iron Curtain I will be your Berlin Wall And I will never fall