Happy birthday, Leonid Brezhnev What a lovely seventy-fifth We watched the party on TV You seemed to be Taking things casually What a mighty heart Must beat in your breast To hold forty-nine medals on your chest Think of all the gifts that you've got Some were acquired and some were not Like a natural talent for marionettes Who do your dirty work and cover your bets So with one hand waving free The other one crushed a budding democracy Congratulations, Jaruzelski What a wonderful job you have done Let me mention to a sane man's eye You've lost the meaning of compromise They're comparing you To General Pinochet It's a dubious compliment at best Your people are freezing The workers are bleeding You've already Arranged numerous deaths The only difference in the camps From the stadiums Is not much For the doomed all cry It's only the weather And the songs people sing Just before they die Do you hear us, Lech Walesa? What a terrible price you have paid For being ahead of your time Has surely constituted a crime Oh, Mr. Brezhnev, look Somebody read the little red book And took it all seriously The way you did When you were young and you believed And you workers and you black Madonna You're not supposed to utter a word But the courage of you And your man of the year Is a symphony the world Has seldom seen or heard Through the Siberian gates of hell The Pope and the bishops Are wishing you well We see your candles in the park Hear your fearless promises in the dark How they cheat and when tried to win They didn't know that there Would always be within you And we hear you, Lech Walesa Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa