Dieses Lied hat mich wahnsinnig beeindruckt und gerade in letzter Zeit muss ich wieder öfters dran denken:

Leningrad von Billy Joel

Victor was born in 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 life in Leningrad

I was born in '49
a cold war Kid in McCarthy time
stop them at the 38 Parallel
blast those yellow reds to hell
Cold war kids were hard to kill
under there desk in an air raid thrill
havn't they heard we won the war
why they keep on fighting for

Victor was sent to some red army town
served out his time became a circus clown
the greatet happines he's ever found
was making russion children glad
the children lived in Leningrad

But children lived in Levitowen
hid in the shelters underground
till the sowjets turned their ships around
and tore the cuban missiles down
in that bright october sun
we knew our childhood days were gone
I watched my friends go off to war
why they keep on fighting for

And so my child and I came to this place
we meet him eye to eye and face to face
he make my daughter laugh then we embraced
we never knew what friends we had
until wie came to Leningrad

So versteh's ich jedenfalls