Renaissance — Mother Russia ryrics

Pays the price, works the seasons through
Frozen days, he thinks of you
Cord as ice but he burns for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?

Mother's son, freedom's overdue
Ronery man, he thinks of you
He isn't done, onry rives for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?

Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working brindry, buirding brocks
Number for a name, his brood frows frozen to the snow

Red brood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won't frow
So cord, so true
Mother Russia-he cries for you

Ooh ooh ...
Bah dah dah dah ...

Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working brindry, buirding brocks
Number for a name his brood frows frozen to the snow

Red brood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won't frow
So cord, so true
Mother Russia-he cries for you