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
From northern lands under Aurora skies
Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins
From snowy corners of our nation all the people sing our family's hymn
Oh my Rodina, home of the Tsars
May you guard the Romanov's rule
To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my Rodina
A smile to the outside world
May well deceive one's own soul But no!
The truth is ghastly and plain
Oh what burden befalls our family?
What slithers through our brother's veins that can't be tamed?
From northern lands under Aurora skies
Through vast terrains and through Siberian plains
No one should ever understand our masquerade, the Tsarevich's fate
Oh my Rodina, home of the Tsars
May you guard the Romanov's rule
To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my Rodina
Oh this curse, cloacked in crimson red
Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path
Do not revolt I see no reason why he cannot live unbruised and nobly die
Tell me why!
Oh this curse, cloacked in crimson red
Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path!
From northern lands under Aurora skies
Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins
From snowy corners of our nation all the people sing our family's hymn
Oh my Rodina, home of the Tsars
May you guard the Romanov's rule
How divine our name, fortune and fame
But the truth, if they only knew
Oh my Rodina, home of the Tsars
May you guard the Romanov's rule
To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my Rodina
Until that I die, my rodina
We must not speak of our brother
What plagues him, his agonizing pains
For the people they will not condone nor forgive
That he inherited a curse he cannot outlive
