The world is a rugged place to live in
Cold winds of war are blowin outside
But here by the fire, where we've all come together
We'll put our differences aside
Let's share the wine and good feelings for each other
Peace is something we all could use
Put the darkness away, let the light shine through
Druzia moe, prekrasen nash soyuz
(Friends, ours is a warm reunion)


Songs come to me in dreams. I've lost so many good
tunes by not waking up from my dreamy, altered state
to make a note. I used to say to myself, I'll remember
it in the morning. But it never works. Now I sleep with a
recorder by the bed. –Kenneth Pushkin