Mother Russia - Renaissance

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 …

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!