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