Mother Russia

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