He is a man, he is a child
I used to hold him close at night
When he was haunted by his fears
His game of black and white
We gave our youth to get it right
For me those years
Were years of poverty and joy and tears
I held my hand out for support
To clear the snow out of my shoe
Somebody took it, it was he
And all at once I knew
The world I was accustomed to
Had ceased to be
It stays with me, the way he smiled
As years go by
He is a man, he is a child
But who am I?
A babusjka
And a lover no more
Is that me: an old woman who pampers
And feeds him?
A babusjka
But the girl that he saw
In the Red Square that day, she's still here
And she needs him
God, tell me why did your have
To Create him
Vain and Unfaithful?
Please, make me hate him
Time's a vandal
But my blood's running red
Though he thinks it has cooled in my veins
It's still flowing
I can handle
What goes on in my head
But my feelings, they take me wherever
They're going
God, tell me why did you have
To create him
Cruel and deceitful?
Please, make me hate him
He is a man, he is a child
And I want things to be the same
We have our little Moscow flat
A son who bears his name
What good is all his new-won fame
Compared to that
Illusive targets he keeps aiming at?
We could have passed each other by
That morning in the snowy square
And I sometimes wish we had
It's neither here nor there
Cause I will never cease to care
I know it's sad
But then
I still recall the way he smiled
It makes me cry
He is a man, he is a child
But who am I?