Red Blooms

When the fists of winter fly, driving bones into the snow

Blackened frostbitten nights, vodka running dry

The statues cloaked in white and 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