Pays the price, works the seasons through

Frozen days, he thinks of you

Cold as ice but he burns for you

Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?



Mother's son, freedom's overdue

Lonely man, he thinks of you

He isn't done, only lives for you

Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?



Punished for his written thoughts

Starving for his fame

Working blindly, building blocks

Number for a name, his blood flows frozen to the snow





Red blood, white snow

He knows frozen rivers won't flow

So cold, so true

Mother Russia--he cries for you



Ooh ooh ...

Bah dah dah dah ...



Punished for his written thoughts

Starving for his fame

Working blindly, building blocks

Number for a name his blood flows frozen to the snow



Red blood, white snow

He knows frozen rivers won't flow

So cold, so true

Mother Russia--he cries for you