[00:14.34]When the fists of winter fly
[00:16.71]
[00:17.21]Driving bones into the snow
[00:19.96]Blackened frostbitten nights
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[00:23.26]Vodka running dry
[00:24.51]
[00:25.57]The statues cloaked in white
[00:28.19]
[00:29.13]Migrants from museums
[00:30.81]
[00:32.06]Losing all the feeling now that
[00:34.43]
[00:35.43]Sunrise is outlawed
[00:37.43]Strangers plant themselves
[00:43.85]
[00:47.80]Down in the cold hard ground
[00:50.04]
[00:51.60]Later when the harvest thaws
[00:55.72]
[00:56.54]Snow drops will be in bloom
[00:58.53]
[01:11.82]Crossed out on city maps
[01:14.45]Prospekt Mira reveals
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[01:17.81]Shadows drinking antifreeze
[01:19.25]Neath the underpass
[01:20.87]Ordered once a gulag’s march
[01:26.92]Now cities send the call
[01:28.98]
[01:29.61]Falling from the rooftops fast
[01:31.79]
[01:32.91]And frozen against the wall
[01:35.47]
[01:37.53]Where strangers plant themselves
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[01:44.40]Dead souls of the underground
[01:47.39]
[01:50.70]When February thaws
[01:52.32]Snow drops will be in bloom again
[01:56.87]
[02:04.30]Bloom again, bloom again
[02:10.60]
[02:14.78]Bloom again, bloom again
[02:21.96]
[02:25.77]Red blooms, red blooms