Way beyond Moscow
where the people they live
The steppes and the forests
the shores and the streets

They sing the new songs
of a people now free
The tunes of great gratitude
for a place far away

That place where good people
they never would stop
Persistent and patient
they played all for one

Hardly a doubt
and forever a pledge
to share what they had
with those who had none

So when you lay down
and you have said
all your prayers
remember in Russia
the inconquerable brave-hearts
We America have won.

"It is good to have Russian friends."

-R.
(11.02.14)