Just heard a snippet of this song, in a documentary about people who were kids in the Soviet Union, now adults after the breakup. My Perestroika

Boris Grebenshikov's song was part of the Soviet underground movement, and he and his band took severe risks to just sing it.

It's worth noting if only because it so well echoes our own overall state, and needs, in USA 2012.

Colonel Vasin has come to the frontline
And brought his young wife along
Colonel Vasin has rallied his corps
And told them: "Let's go home"
We fought this war for seventy years
We were taught that life is a fight
But the intelligence has just reported
We fought ourselves all this time.

And I have seen generals
They drink and eat our death
Their children are going crazy
Cause there's nothing left that they don't have
And our land lies in rust
Our churches are burnt.
If we want to have a home to return to
Now is the time to return

Our train is on fire
There are no buttons to push
Our train is on fire
There is no place to run to
Long ago this land was ours
Before we got trapped in this war
And it will die if it is nobody's
It's time for it to be returned

And the torches are burning around us
It's the rallying of all perished troops
And people who shot our fathers
Are now making plans for our youths.
We were born by the sound of marches
We were threatened by jail
I say it's about time we stopped crawling.
We have returned to our land.

Originally posted to Jim P on Sun Oct 21, 2012 at 11:36 AM PDT.

Also republished by Protest Music and Rebel Songwriters.

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