Natalia
Moved by the spirit when her country was young
Natalia danced to the moon and the sun
Condemned as a heathen, they stole her away
A priest lit her fire on her judgement day
A thousand years on, no chance to rest
Natalia's baby lay still at her breast
Begging for bread at the palace's gate
A royal bullet fired and sealed her fate
Oh Natalia, the woman you could be
Oh Natalia, a chance to set you free
Broken balalaikas, no chance to fly
Natalia dared to ask a man why?
From a red train, Siberia bound
Her frozen body was never found
She cried out, rejoicing, “Freedom at last!”
But her purse fell empty, again why she asked
A poisoned drink from a woman dressed in mink
Took Natalia's life, a cry in the wind
Oh Natalia, the woman you could be
Oh Natalia, a chance to set you free
Oh Natalia, the woman you could be
Oh Natalia, a chance to set you free
