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
 
Mother Russia,
Dance of the czars
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 czars
Hold up your heads,
Remember who you are
Can you release
The anger, the grief
Can you be happy,
Now your people are free?