Wynston Payne, Max Ferguson - Glass of Tea Lyrics

You were speaking of Mother Russia, and the glory that was hers
I was thinking about the Cossacks; those fucking murderers
You were mentioning Anton Chekhov, the vodka and the Czars
I was thinking about blood libel, and the graves of Babi Yar
Isn't it obvious, we see things differently
And I drink my cup of coffee, and you sip your glass of tea
You were listening to Tchaikovsky, and Rimsky-Korsakov
I was thinking of iron curtains, and borders we couldn't cross
You were mentioning balalaikas, and quoting Dostoevsky
I was thinking about the gulags, and the KGB
Isn't it obvious, we see things differently
And I drink my cup of coffee, and you sip your glass of tea
Yeah I drink my cup of coffee, and you sip your glass of tea