Call me Comrade Dave

You may have thought that the stirring songs favoured by the Soviet military of days gone by would all be of a grimly earnest nature. Not so. Consider Kalinka, a light-hearted and fast-paced song composed in the 1860s and much loved by the Choir of the Red Army. The lyrics speak of  a cutesy, folksy idyll:

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Ах, под сосною, под зеленою,
Спать положите вы меня!
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли, люли,
Спать положите вы меня.

Little snowberry, snowberry, snowberry of mine!
Little raspberry in the garden, my little raspberry!
Ah, under the pine, the green one,
Lay me down to sleep,
Rock-a-bye, baby, rock-a-bye, baby,
Lay me down to sleep.

But what's really strange is the evidence to suggest that the man we now know as David Cameron (supposedly just 46 years old), Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, is actually some sort of ageless being who has been around on this earth for longer than we imagined. Here he is belting out Kalinka as a Red Army Choir soloist some time in the early 1970s. Someone needs to tell David Icke...