Moscow Nights

As a kid growing up in the sixties, I was fascinated with Russia and the Russians. My brothers and I would play at being secret agents. I read all the James Bond books by Ian Fleming. Our family moved around a lot and one year we inscribed late for school. I had to take a second language. I said, "Spanish is fine." I was told, "No, sorry, that class is full." "Well, how about French?" My stepfather was French. "Full." "What are my options?" "German or Russian." I couldn't take German. My father would kill me. He was a prisoner of war in World War II. The Germans tattoed his arm with a prison number. So, I took Russian. I can still read it. Can't speak much. But now, my karma has taken me to Russia and Moscow. Back in the day I learned this song. It's called "Moscow Nights." Here's me on the Ukulele giving it my best shot.