Mother Russia how are you sleeping
Middle winter cold winds blow
From the trees the snowflakes drifting

Swirling round like ghosts in the snow

Mother Russia poetry majestic

Tells the time of a great empire
Turning round the old man ponders
Reminiscing an age gone by


Mother Russia
Dance of the Tsars

Hold up your heads
Be proud of what you are
Now it has come

Freedom at last
Turning the tides of history
And your past


Mother Russia
Dance of the Tsars

Hold up your heads
Remember who you are
Can you release

The anger the grief
Can you be happy
Now your people are free