It's a beautiful song that was written moving onward from the horse field to people.
It's written about a political prisoner in USSR.
And in USSR when you do something naughty they throw you in the mental hospital
and tell you you're a cuckoo and try to get everybody else to believe it.
And the terrible thing is that eventually sometimes you get to believing it too.
But there is one woman named Natalia Gorbanevskaya who never believed it.
She was very, very strong. She wrote a poem about the invasion of Czechoslovakia.
She thought it was a very poor idea.
And when she wrote the poem the government of the USSR thought she was a very poor idea.
And they put her in the old bug house.
She was pregnant at the time. She was very strong.
And she convinced herself she would be fine.
She would have her child. She would go on speaking out.
So every time she comes out of the loony bin she writes another poem and they put her back in.
But it is because of people like Natalia Gorbanevskaya
I am convinced that you and I are still alive and walking around on the face of the earth.
Natalia Gorbanevskaya
Weaver of words
Who lives alone
In fear and sorrow
Where are the words
To set you free
Perhaps tomorrow
Where is the earth
Where is the sky
Where is the light you long for
What hope of you
Where you are now
Natalia Gorbanevskaya
Inside the ward
Naked and cruel
Where life is stolen
From those who try
To stay alive
And not be broken
Where are the friends
Where are the men
Who among them can defend you
Where is the child
You'll never see
Natalia Gorbanevskaya
What is there left
Behind the door
That never opens
Are you insane
As they say you are
Or just forsaken
Are you still there
Do you still care
Or are you lost forever
I know this song
You'll never hear
Natalia Gorbanevskaya
Natalia Gorbanevskaya