The eastern wind is howling through the wire
Tanks are sleeping under sheets of snow and rust
We measure time by shadows on the reactor wall
No one remembers who we were before the dust
Comrade, hand me that Geiger counter — love is glowing
Three-point-six roentgen, not great, not terrible at all
The party line is breaking up like static on the line
Mother Russia’s children answering the call
Soviet encounter, problem, protocol, solution
We dissolve the truth in heavy water, slow
The red star flickers but it never truly dies
We were built to outlast everything we know