Over Mother Russia There are moans and crys The convicted ones are marching to the never lands to die. They perceive birds’ singing as a farewell song, But this endless plain is where they belong.
But one escaped Out of guardman’s sight With the only dream – To Let his country rise. Freedom was the goal He was dreaming of, And that person’s name Is Michael Gorbachov Against the oppressor – I’m the new tsar successor!