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