Communist Slow Song Testo

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.
i don't know 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.
'cause it was well-conceived in theory but it doesn't work in life.
but me i will not write it off not ever having tried.
well i don't know but i've been told not to hang on to my hope;
well i don't know but i've been told but these are lies and they get old.
look me in the eyes underexpanding 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,
'cause this is our land, this is our land, i will cross it holding your hand;
from krasnayarsk to moscow we will not be turned away;
this is our land this is our land i will cross it holding your hand -
in the crooked streets of petersburg, we are all the same.
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.
(is your brandenburg gate open late?)