Tanks at the Moscow White House
4th October nineteen ninety-three
So many people hurt or in a jailhouse
And all shown on TV
That day I left and never returned
To a land that owns my soul
But my bridges are now burned
As life has taken its toll
But if I could I would return
To the wonders of the Hermitage Palace
To walk in the Arbat in the rain
So despite Putin how can I bear Russians any malice.