Red Blooms
JOEY BURNS, JOHN BURNS
When the fists of winter fly, driving bones into the snow
Blackened frostbitten nights, vodka running dry
The statues cloaked in white and migrants from museums
Losing all the feeling now that sunrise is outlawed
Strangers plant themselves down in the cold hard ground
Later when the harvest thaws snow drops will be in bloom
Crossed out on city maps, Prospekt Mira reveals
Shadows drinking antifreeze 'neath the underpass
Ordered once a Gulag's march, now cities send the call
Falling from the rooftops fast and frozen against the wall
Where strangers plant themselves, dead souls of the underground
When February thaws snow drops will be in bloom again
Bloom again, bloom again, bloom again, bloom again
Red blooms, red blooms