[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[00:22.45][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[01:16.56][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[01:41.65][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