(Warren Zevon)
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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
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Turbulence
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| Warren Zevon |
