When the fists of winter fly, driving bones into the snow
Blackened frostbitten nights, Vodka running dry
statues cloaked in white, migrants from museums
Losing all the feeling now
that sunrise is outlawed, Strangers plant them__selves
Down in the cold hard ground, Later when the harvest thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom
Crossed out on city maps, prospekt Mira reveals
Shadows drinking antifreeze, Neath the underpass
Ordered once a gulag?s march, now cities send the call
Falling from the rooftops fast
And frozen against the wall, Where strangers plant them__selves
Dead souls of the under___ground, When February thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom again
bloom again x4
Red blooms, red blooms