A country that holds my soul
So many memories of snow and cold
Sadly now a country out of control
Lead by a man who is mad not bold
So many meals with cigarettes and vodka
With people who always enjoyed fun
Who put aside political dogma
And always welcomed anyone
Overnight train rides with no sleep
Vodka and blinis fueling every mile
Today it makes my heart weep
That I can’t see my Russian friends smile.