The production of the whole [We Are Who We Are] album is very strong, it sounds beautiful all the way through. As usual, Tony's guitar work has that subtle complexity I've always enjoyed. Vixy is just amazing, I can't get over how powerful and expressive her voice is. And as good as synth patches are these days, there is nothing quite like the sound of real strings on a track. Sunnie and Betsy's musicianship adds so much to every song, and the mixing makes them shine. All of the guest musicians were great. Blake Hodgetts' piano just sparkles. Brian Richardson on drums and Chris Clark on bass were awesome.
- David Muzzy

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Likho's Lullabye

      Based on a traditional Russian lullabye, and on the novel Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente
      Additional lyrics & melody by Michelle Dockrey

Баю-баюшки-баю
Не ложися на краю
Придёт серенький волчок
Он ухватит за бочок
И утащит во лесок
Под ракитовый кусток

Sleep, my girl, and dream of home
Of lamps alight and hearth aflame
A china cup, a silver comb
An old grey wolf for you to tame
A rider come who knows your name

Баюшки-баю, Машенка
За тебя приду, Машенка
Don't you know the story that the babushki all spin?
You'll walk the groove into the world, you'll end where you begin
Only let the story in

Sleep, my girl, and dream of death
Of silver shadows sweet and cool
Of summer's fire and winter's breath
Between the devil and the fool
The only choice is who shall rule

Баюшки-баю, Машенка
За тебя приду, Машенка
There is always a Yelena, there is always an Ivan
Share your heart with gods and devils, share your secrets with a swan
Ах! The world you know is gone

Sleep, my girl, and dream of life
Of pretty maids and handsome birds
Of what it means to be a wife
Of battles hinged upon a word
Now hush, it's just the wind you heard

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