Brought to life in the Stalin's years
To a couple of exiled Jews,
I grew up between cheers and tears
And grim people in woolen shoes.
Lullabied by whispering rains,
Cuddled gently from cold by fur,
Charmed by frost on window panes,
I was spared from famine and war.
Eager swimmers against the flow
We are always starting with "No,"
Making waves, much noise, little sense,
Putting History on defense.
Slave, rebellious, can be brave,
Still remaining, alas, a slave.
One would aim quite far from solution
Seeking freedom through revolution.
Preachers, prophets, and kings of the world
Never live to the promise once told.
You can count but on a few,
And a few can count on you.
While we come, and go, and gone,
Everything is still going on
Encompassing my modest part
So long as it stays in your heart.