Over Mother Russia There are moans and crys The convicted ones are marching to the never lands to die. The sound of birds’ singing is a farewell song, But this endless plain is where they belong. But one escaped Out of guardman’s sight With his 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! Hey, it’s time to spill the masters’ blood, Time for us to rise up from the mud. Gorbachov , a simple Cossack man, By his side we’ll free our native land.
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