Russians (Guitar/Cello Version)

In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria

Conditioned to respond to all the threats

In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets

Mister Khrushchev said, "We will bury you"

I don't subscribe to this point of view

It'd be such an ignorant thing to do

If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy?

There is no monopoly of common sense

On either side of the political fence

We share the same biology, regardless of ideology

Believe me when I say to you

I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent

To put the words in the mouth of the president

There's no such thing as a winnable war

It's a lie we don't believe anymore

We share the same biology, regardless of ideology

And what might save us, me and you

Is that the Russians love their children too