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 ...
   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 true
   Mother Russia-he cries for you