Fortress Moscow Songtext

(Walter/imagined)

For me Moscow remains a fortress. The climate is harsh and I don't speak the language. Reich is always there. Asja's life is boxed in on every side: by Reich, by me, by poverty, by Daga, work and illness. By the attentions of a Red Army general and the exigencies of this revolution, which has made a people's court of every building. But we can't read ahead - walls within walls within walls.