Mother Russia
(Harris)
Mother Russia, how are you sleeping
Middle winter cold winds blow
from the snowflakes drifiting
swirling round like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia, poetry majetisc
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 Tsars
Hold up your head
remember who are you
can you release
the anger, the grief
can you be happy
now your people are free
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