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