Red Blooms

When the fists of winter fly

Driving bones into the snow
Blackened frostbitten nights

Vodka running dry

The statues cloaked in white

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