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