Studen't Song.

I am one of the few people who are familliar with the original version of this song. Poor old David Tuchmanov is probably looking for a grave to turn in. Check out the faces of the future Russian intelligence. Brings back some memories. Brrr...

Blinking Memory.

A well-meaning translator tries to deal with a technical text in English.

(from my son's MP3 player's users manual)