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)
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
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)
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