| Song | Red Blooms |
| Artist | Calexico |
| Album | Road Atlas 1998-2011 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Red Blooms | |
| When the fists of winter fly | |
| Driving bones into the snow | |
| Blackened frostbitten nights | |
| Vodka running dry | |
| The statues cloaked in white | |
| Migrants from museums | |
| Losing all the feeling now that | |
| Sunrise is outlawed | |
| Strangers plant themselves | |
| 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 themselves | |
| Dead souls of the underground | |
| When February thaws | |
| Snow drops will be in bloom again | |
| Bloom again, bloom again | |
| Bloom again, bloom again | |
| Red blooms, red blooms |
| Red Blooms | |
| When the fists of winter fly | |
| Driving bones into the snow | |
| Blackened frostbitten nights | |
| Vodka running dry | |
| The statues cloaked in white | |
| Migrants from museums | |
| Losing all the feeling now that | |
| Sunrise is outlawed | |
| Strangers plant themselves | |
| 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 themselves | |
| Dead souls of the underground | |
| When February thaws | |
| Snow drops will be in bloom again | |
| Bloom again, bloom again | |
| Bloom again, bloom again | |
| Red blooms, red blooms |
| Red Blooms | |
| When the fists of winter fly | |
| Driving bones into the snow | |
| Blackened frostbitten nights | |
| Vodka running dry | |
| The statues cloaked in white | |
| Migrants from museums | |
| Losing all the feeling now that | |
| Sunrise is outlawed | |
| Strangers plant themselves | |
| 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 themselves | |
| Dead souls of the underground | |
| When February thaws | |
| Snow drops will be in bloom again | |
| Bloom again, bloom again | |
| Bloom again, bloom again | |
| Red blooms, red blooms |