Mother Russia, how are you sleeping Middle winter cold winds blow from 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 Tzars 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 tzars Hold up your head remember who you are can you release the anger, the grief can you be happy now your people are freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
