Observe the setting sun light the Russian snow
and they say "wha thave you done?"
Well, I'll tell you what I know
Peace Is Hard
because you can't turn swords back into plows now
Peace is Hard
though the fight is over, the battle's never done
Do I raise my glass for the old man
whose struggle has fallen from favor?
and they say "look what you've done!"
But I see in those child's eyes set in an ancient face
that the words of the masters are often honey-sweet,
complement the bitter taste of what we love
Why does the Lord keep me alive
when my struggle is done?
I say "how can you ask a child?"
Maybe you still got some pull,
'cause he's sure forgotten me
we soak rye seeds
in cheap vodka
and lay you
from Dread Fabrik,
released October 10, 2006