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 ... 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!