| Pays the price, works the seasons through
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| Frozen days, he thinks of you
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| Cold as ice but he burns for you
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| Mother Russia, can’t you hear him too?
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| Mother’s son, freedom’s overdue
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| Lonely man, he thinks of you
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| He isn’t done, only lives for you
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| Mother Russia, can’t you hear him too?
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| Punished for his written thoughts, starving for his fame
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| Working blindly, building blocks, number for a name
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| His blood flows, frozen to the snow
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| Red blood, white snow
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| He knows frozen rivers won’t flow
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| So cold, so true
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| Mother Russia—he cries for you
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| Ooh ooh …
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| Punished for his written thoughts, starving for his fame
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| Working blindly, building blocks, number for a name
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| His blood flows, frozen to the snow
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| Red blood, white snow
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| He knows frozen rivers won’t flow
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| So cold, so true
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| Mother Russia—he cries for you! |