(Harris)

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