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THE COURTSHIP
THE MOTHERLAND
A white velvet winter coat, lay bestowed upon the palace lawn
Through the cold, the river Neva flows to the Baltic Sea
With regality she winds away from my home, the Russian throne
On a barren winter's day, the Lord has sent his servant our way
Father Grigory answered our prayers
Oh rejoice and see
Hope! He has given us faith!
A starets sent from heaven, endowed with vigour and grace
Poisoned!
Shot!
Bound!
Drowned!
No! Slain as vultures' prey!
Your words are mere echoes but none of them shall decay!
Motherland, my Rodina
Home of the Tsars
May you guard and guide us to heaven to be by your side
May you guard and guide us to heaven to be by your side