| Lenin lies so stately, Karl’s a forgotten man
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| Joseph played his cards wrong, 'cos he couldn’t understand
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| History is bunkum, I heard some American said
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| If you can’t deal with the living, you might as well be with the dead
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| Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain
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| Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn’t easy to explain
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| The rat race is coming to get you, is boney hands reach long
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| You might as well forget you, ever played a different song
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| No Tolstoy no Tchaikovsky, gonna get you out of this
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| Just close your eyes and turn your cheek, get ready for the Judas kiss
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| Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain
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| Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn’t easy to explain
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| I walk your fields in wonder, as I softly call your name
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| Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame
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| Isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame
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| In war your sons were taken, in peace they built a wall
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| Their future’s now forsaken, who’ll be there to break your fall?
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| Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain
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| Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn’t easy to explain
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| I walk your fields in wonder, as I softly call your name
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| Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame
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| Isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame
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| Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame
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| Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn’t it a shame, isn’t it a shame |