Craddock-Hull
Lenin lies so stately, Karl's a forgotten man,
Joseph played his cards wrong, 'cos he couldn't understand.
History is bunkum, I heard some American said,
If you can't deal with the living, you might as well be with the dead.
Chorus:
Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain,
Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn't easy to explain.
The rat race is coming to get you, is boney hands reach long,
You might as well forget you, ever played a different song.
No Tolstoy no Tchaikovsky, gonna get you out of this,
Just close your eyes and turn your cheek, get ready for the Judas kiss.
Chorus:
Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain,
Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn't easy to explain.
I walk your fields in wonder, as I softly call your name,
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame.
Isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame.
In war your sons were taken, in peace they built a wall,
Their future's now forsaken, who'll be there to break your fall ?
Chorus:
Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain,
Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn't easy to explain.
I walk your fields in wonder, as I softly call your name,
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame.
Isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame.
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame.
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame.