Our Russian ally, of course...
Mother Russia, how are you sleeping
Middle winter, cold winds blow
From the trees the snowflakes drifting
Swirling round like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia, poetry majestic
Tells the time of a great empire
Turning round the old man ponders
Reminiscing an age gone by
Mother Russia,
Dance of the czars
Hold up your heads
Be proud of what you are
Now it has come
Freedom at last
Turning the tides of history
And your past
IRON MAIDEN