It was well conceived in theory   But it doesn't work in life   Comrade has to wonder   Is it ever worth the effort?      Well I don't know but I've been told   Not to hang on to my hope   Well I don't but I've been told   And I've been listening all my life      If you're ever less than certain about the world   Please don't let the worry make its way into your work   And if you would stick up for me in the face of some adversity   Know that I would only do the same      Cuz it was well conceived in theory   But it doesn't work in life   And me I will not write it off   Not ever having tried      Well I don't know but I've told    Not to hang on to my hope   Well I don't know but I've told but    That these are lies and they get old      So look me in the eyes under expanding winter skies   You'll find a feeling there that never knows the cold   Look me in the eyes and the skeptic in me dies   The skeptic is a fool   We are exceptions to the rule      Cuz this is our land   This is our land   I will cross it holding your hand   From Kursk to Moscow we will not be turned away      This is our land   This is our land   I will cross it holding your hand   In crooked streets of Petersburg   We are all the same      So if you're ever less than certain about the world   Please don't let the worry make its way into your work   And if you would stick up for me in the face of great adversity   Know that I would do the same   Know we are the same      If you would stick up for me   Speak kindly and poetically   You can be my personal ambassador to the world      And if you're ever less than certain   I will be your Iron Curtain   I will be your Berlin Wall   And I will never fall