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248 pages, Paperback
First published June 2, 2004
A peasant of Saratov summed up for us better than anyone else the net result of the last five years: `Five years ago there was belief and fear [of the Government]; now the belief is gone, and only the fear remains."
Next to the factories where the grass grew
We stood and held each other's hands
Next to the factories -
Where the villagers drove down the hill with carts.
A strike started next to the factories this year
And I couldn't find a job
Next to the factories, you suffocated in the living room
On this curfew night.
Next to the factories where the grass grew
We stood and held each other's hands
Was there any hope at all next to the factories
You answered: "what a beautiful day."
CHORUS (Sung after each verse above)
We weren't standing under the flags
We were not hit by bullets
We dyed the sheets red on the bed
With the blood that came from your lips.