The White Tsar
He has heard, among the dead
The artillery roll o'erhead
The drums and the tramp of feet
Of his soldiery in the street
From the Volga and the Don
He has led his armies on
Over river, desert and morass
And mountain pass. The Tsar!
Batyushka, Gosudar
He's awake, the White Tsar
Ohohohohohoh...
Batyushka, Gosudar
He's risen, the White Tsar
Ohohohohohoh...
The Tsar!
He has heard in the grave the cries
Of his people: awake, arise!
He has rent the gold brocade
Whereof his shroud was made
He looks from the mountain-chain
Toward the seas, that cleave in twain
The continents, his hand
Points southward o'ver the land
Of Roumili. O Tsar!
Batyushka, Gosudar
He's awake, the White Tsar
Ohohohohohoh...
Batyushka, Gosudar
He's risen, the White Tsar
Ohohohohohoh...
Arise, the White Tsar!
That wreath of mist, in the light!
Of the midnight moon? Oh, hist!
It's not a wreath of mist!
It is the Tsar, the White!
Ahahahahahahah...
I say it, my ships shall sail these seas
I swear it, to the Pillars of Hercules
The Bosphorus shall be free
It shall make room for me
And the gates of its water-streets
Be unbarred before my fleets
Batyushka, Gosudar
I'm awake, the White Tsar
Ohohohohohoh...
Batyushka, Gosudar
I'm risen, the White Tsar
Ohohohohohoh...
Hmmmmmm...
Ooh
(Buran)