Pays the price, works the seasons through
Frozen days, he thinks of you
Cold as ice but he burns for you [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Mother russia--he cries for you