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
(3:14-Solo: Dave Murray)
(3:37-Solo: Janick Gers)
(4:00-Solo: Dave Murray)
(4:10-Solo: Janick Gers)
(4:20-Solo: Dave Murray)
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 |
