When the fists of winter fly, driving bones into the snow   Blackened frostbitten nights, vodka running dry   The statues cloaked in white and migrants from museums   Losing all the feeling now that sunrise is outlawed      Strangers plant themselves down in the cold hard ground   Later when the harvest thaws snow drops will be in bloom      Crossed out on city maps, Prospekt Mira reveals   Shadows drinking antifreeze 'neath the underpass   Ordered once a Gulag's march, now cities send the call   Falling from the rooftops fast and frozen against the wall      Where strangers plant themselves, dead souls of the underground   When February thaws snow drops will be in bloom again   Bloom again, bloom again, bloom again, bloom again   Red blooms, red blooms