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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |
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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |
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Well you can talk about your perestroika |
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And that's all right for you |
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But, Comrade Schevardnadze, tell me |
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What's a poor boy like me to do? |
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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |
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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |
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Well, we've been fightin' with the mujahaddin |
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Down in Afghanistan |
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Comrade Gorbachev, can I |
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Go back to Vladivostok, man? |
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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |
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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |
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(Russian lyrics-the friend of a friend says this might be a translation) |
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lost city on the red desert |
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I hear voices of enemies from everywhere |
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I miss my mother very much |
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"Village is lost in the red desert. |
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On all sides, silence of an enemy. |
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And we want to see our mothers." (that's another guess from another friend-of-a-friend..thanks...) |
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(note from zevonfan1: I'm wondering...could this be Yevteshenko?) |
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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |
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Turmoil back in Moscow brought this turbulence down on me |