Scott Ritter : "Allow me to reintroduce to Russia and the world one of my favorite songs-“A Prayer for Love (Molenie o Lyubvi)”, written and performed by Thom Moore. Like a handful of fellow inspectors, I was there at the inception of that song, spending hours at the Votkinsk Portal Monitoring Facility as Thom smoked, strummed and scribbled his way through the various iterations of the song that grew into “A Prayer for Love”. I was also there at the song’s public unveiling, during a gathering of inspectors and the staff of the Izhevsk Cardiology Center (a relationship that grew out of that Center’s treatment of an inspector who suffered a heart attack.) Imagine, if you will, a hall packed with Americans and their Soviet hosts, lights dimmed, and a solitary figure stepping up to the microphone, guitar in hand, and proceeding to play a haunting tune of love. I know that anyone who was present as the song took its shape saw part of themselves in the lyrics, and I can only imagine that those present that night had the same feelings. It was, simply put, a magical moment, seared into the memories of all who were privileged to be present, and leaving not a dry eye in the house. Thom and I worked together in Votkinsk for a little more than a year. My last memory of him there was on July 4, 1990, cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth, a smile on his face, as he wandered the site strumming his guitar and singing ballads for Americans and Russians alike."
Thank you for this great music) Love is what can move us all away from this brink of madness... hope our 2 nations will not destroy each other...this would be so stupid...
Allow me to reintroduce to Russia and the world one of my favorite songs-“A Prayer for Love (Molenie o Lyubvi)”, written and performed by Thom Moore. Like a handful of fellow inspectors, I was there at the inception of that song, spending hours at the Votkinsk Portal Monitoring Facility as Thom smoked, strummed and scribbled his way through the various iterations of the song that grew into “A Prayer for Love”. I was also there at the song’s public unveiling, during a gathering of inspectors and the staff of the Izhevsk Cardiology Center (a relationship that grew out of that Center’s treatment of an inspector who suffered a heart attack.) Imagine, if you will, a hall packed with Americans and their Soviet hosts, lights dimmed, and a solitary figure stepping up to the microphone, guitar in hand, and proceeding to play a haunting tune of love. I know that anyone who was present as the song took its shape saw part of themselves in the lyrics, and I can only imagine that those present that night had the same feelings. It was, simply put, a magical moment, seared into the memories of all who were privileged to be present, and leaving not a dry eye in the house. Thom and I worked together in Votkinsk for a little more than a year. My last memory of him there was on July 4, 1990, cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth, a smile on his face, as he wandered the site strumming his guitar and singing ballads for Americans and Russians alike.
Scott Ritter posted this in his telegram channel and I've always been interested in and liked Russia even though growing up as a kid in a small West Texas town there was always that ever beating drum of " Russia is bad" . I believed it at certain times and others times I knew it was the furthest thing from the truth. For some time I have wanted peace and mutual love between our two countries .
Thom wrote this song while serving as part of a U.S. inspection team, monitoring Soviet ballistic missile production in fulfillment of the compliance verification requirements of the Intermediate Nuclear Forces (INF) treaty. Thom was present during the challenging first years of the treaty, when its success was far from assured. He was part of the human connectivity that emerged between the Americans and their Soviet counterparts that broke through the walls of fear generated by generations of Cold War ideology, empowering those charged with treaty implementation to see the task through to completion, thereby helping pull the U.S. and Soviet Union back from the edge of the nuclear abyss. This song captures the magic of those times, when two sides, conditioned to hate, instead learned to love. I was privileged to know Thom as a friend, and honored to be in his presence as he wrote this song, and when he performed it live for the first time before a joint U.S.-Russian audience.
Faith won't heal up everything: the wound grows, and you believe in love. Walk around feeling cut in two: wide open, with your heart on view. All you bereaved, all you besotted boys in need: when love won't heed you, why, why believe she will? O lyubvi molyu otchayanno -say it on your knees, crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!" Crying, hoping maybe- o lyubvi molyu otchayanno Say it on your knees. Oh so sharp, and way too cool: love's bright and biggest fool has to work at speaking slow, to think hard, and to lie low. Will you believe? All you bedazzled boys in need, v krayu dalyokom, chuzhiye ne nuzhny. O lyubvi molyu otchayanno -say it on your knees, crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!" Crying, hoping maybe- o lyubvi molyu otchayanno Say it on your knees. Candle is a splendid thing- the room glows and the candle sings: "Fly up to the only light, every, every tiny wing!" The moth inside you bolts off to see the beautiful- it flies and dies, so quickly, quickly wise. O lyubvi molyu otchayanno -say it on your knees, crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!" Crying, hoping maybe- o lyubvi molyu otchayanno Say it on your knees.
Faith won't heal up everything: the wound grows, and you believe in love. Walk around feeling cut in two: wide open, with your heart on view. All you bereaved, all you besotted boys in need: when love won't heed you, why, why believe she will? O lyubvi molyu otchayanno -say it on your knees, crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!" Crying, hoping maybe- o lyubvi molyu otchayanno Say it on your knees. Oh so sharp, and way too cool: love's bright and biggest fool has to work at speaking slow, to think hard, and to lie low. Will you believe? All you bedazzled boys in need, v krayu dalyokom, chuzhiye ne nuzhny. O lyubvi molyu otchayanno -say it on your knees, crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!" Crying, hoping maybe- o lyubvi molyu otchayanno Say it on your knees. Candle is a splendid thing- the room glows and the candle sings: "Fly up to the only light, every, every tiny wing!" The moth inside you bolts off to see the beautiful- it flies and dies, so quickly, quickly wise. O lyubvi molyu otchayanno -say it on your knees, crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!" Crying, hoping maybe- o lyubvi molyu otchayanno Say it on your knees.
Scott Ritter : "Allow me to reintroduce to Russia and the world one of my favorite songs-“A Prayer for Love (Molenie o Lyubvi)”, written and performed by Thom Moore. Like a handful of fellow inspectors, I was there at the inception of that song, spending hours at the Votkinsk Portal Monitoring Facility as Thom smoked, strummed and scribbled his way through the various iterations of the song that grew into “A Prayer for Love”. I was also there at the song’s public unveiling, during a gathering of inspectors and the staff of the Izhevsk Cardiology Center (a relationship that grew out of that Center’s treatment of an inspector who suffered a heart attack.) Imagine, if you will, a hall packed with Americans and their Soviet hosts, lights dimmed, and a solitary figure stepping up to the microphone, guitar in hand, and proceeding to play a haunting tune of love. I know that anyone who was present as the song took its shape saw part of themselves in the lyrics, and I can only imagine that those present that night had the same feelings. It was, simply put, a magical moment, seared into the memories of all who were privileged to be present, and leaving not a dry eye in the house. Thom and I worked together in Votkinsk for a little more than a year. My last memory of him there was on July 4, 1990, cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth, a smile on his face, as he wandered the site strumming his guitar and singing ballads for Americans and Russians alike."
Thank you for this great music) Love is what can move us all away from this brink of madness... hope our 2 nations will not destroy each other...this would be so stupid...
Love is the only power that can not me controlled or banned. Thanks for this song !!!
Great song 👌
What a beautiful and peaceful song! 🥲 Thank you 🙏
Very nice song
Heart-felt. ❤️
Allow me to reintroduce to Russia and the world one of my favorite songs-“A Prayer for Love (Molenie o Lyubvi)”, written and performed by Thom Moore. Like a handful of fellow inspectors, I was there at the inception of that song, spending hours at the Votkinsk Portal Monitoring Facility as Thom smoked, strummed and scribbled his way through the various iterations of the song that grew into “A Prayer for Love”. I was also there at the song’s public unveiling, during a gathering of inspectors and the staff of the Izhevsk Cardiology Center (a relationship that grew out of that Center’s treatment of an inspector who suffered a heart attack.) Imagine, if you will, a hall packed with Americans and their Soviet hosts, lights dimmed, and a solitary figure stepping up to the microphone, guitar in hand, and proceeding to play a haunting tune of love. I know that anyone who was present as the song took its shape saw part of themselves in the lyrics, and I can only imagine that those present that night had the same feelings. It was, simply put, a magical moment, seared into the memories of all who were privileged to be present, and leaving not a dry eye in the house. Thom and I worked together in Votkinsk for a little more than a year. My last memory of him there was on July 4, 1990, cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth, a smile on his face, as he wandered the site strumming his guitar and singing ballads for Americans and Russians alike.
Scott Ritter posted this in his telegram channel and I've always been interested in and liked Russia even though growing up as a kid in a small West Texas town there was always that ever beating drum of " Russia is bad" . I believed it at certain times and others times I knew it was the furthest thing from the truth. For some time I have wanted peace and mutual love between our two countries .
Thom wrote this song while serving as part of a U.S. inspection team, monitoring Soviet ballistic missile production in fulfillment of the compliance verification requirements of the Intermediate Nuclear Forces (INF) treaty. Thom was present during the challenging first years of the treaty, when its success was far from assured. He was part of the human connectivity that emerged between the Americans and their Soviet counterparts that broke through the walls of fear generated by generations of Cold War ideology, empowering those charged with treaty implementation to see the task through to completion, thereby helping pull the U.S. and Soviet Union back from the edge of the nuclear abyss. This song captures the magic of those times, when two sides, conditioned to hate, instead learned to love. I was privileged to know Thom as a friend, and honored to be in his presence as he wrote this song, and when he performed it live for the first time before a joint U.S.-Russian audience.
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Faith won't heal up everything:
the wound grows, and you believe in love.
Walk around feeling cut in two:
wide open, with your heart on view.
All you bereaved, all you besotted boys in need:
when love won't heed you, why,
why believe she will?
O lyubvi molyu otchayanno
-say it on your knees,
crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!"
Crying, hoping maybe-
o lyubvi molyu otchayanno
Say it on your knees.
Oh so sharp, and way too cool:
love's bright and biggest fool
has to work at speaking slow,
to think hard, and to lie low.
Will you believe? All you bedazzled boys in need,
v krayu dalyokom, chuzhiye ne nuzhny.
O lyubvi molyu otchayanno
-say it on your knees,
crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!"
Crying, hoping maybe-
o lyubvi molyu otchayanno
Say it on your knees.
Candle is a splendid thing-
the room glows and the candle sings:
"Fly up to the only light,
every, every tiny wing!"
The moth inside you bolts off to see the beautiful-
it flies and dies, so quickly, quickly wise.
O lyubvi molyu otchayanno
-say it on your knees,
crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!"
Crying, hoping maybe-
o lyubvi molyu otchayanno
Say it on your knees.
Can anyone post the lyrics to this song?
Faith won't heal up everything:
the wound grows, and you believe in love.
Walk around feeling cut in two:
wide open, with your heart on view.
All you bereaved, all you besotted boys in need:
when love won't heed you, why,
why believe she will?
O lyubvi molyu otchayanno
-say it on your knees,
crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!"
Crying, hoping maybe-
o lyubvi molyu otchayanno
Say it on your knees.
Oh so sharp, and way too cool:
love's bright and biggest fool
has to work at speaking slow,
to think hard, and to lie low.
Will you believe? All you bedazzled boys in need,
v krayu dalyokom, chuzhiye ne nuzhny.
O lyubvi molyu otchayanno
-say it on your knees,
crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!"
Crying, hoping maybe-
o lyubvi molyu otchayanno
Say it on your knees.
Candle is a splendid thing-
the room glows and the candle sings:
"Fly up to the only light,
every, every tiny wing!"
The moth inside you bolts off to see the beautiful-
it flies and dies, so quickly, quickly wise.
O lyubvi molyu otchayanno
-say it on your knees,
crying like a baby, "Please, please, please!"
Crying, hoping maybe-
o lyubvi molyu otchayanno
Say it on your knees.
@@mickflynn9130 Thank you!!