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