Mother Russia
Mother Russia how are you sleepingMiddle winter cold winds blowFrom the trees the snowflakes driftingSwirling round like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia poetry majesticTells the time of a great empireTurning round the old man pondersReminiscing an age gone by
Mother RussiaDance of the czarsHold up your headsBe proud of what you areNow it has comeFreedom at lastTurning the tides of historyAnd your past
Mother RussiaDance of the CzarsHold up your headsRemember who you areCan you releaseThe anger the griefCan you be happyNow your people are free