Fire and Snow

[Verse 1]
There’s a storm in my chest and a song in my throat,
A wide-open door and one last piece of bread.
I can laugh through the tears, raise a glass, then go quiet—
That’s the Russian soul: fire and snow in one bed.

[Chorus]
Russian soul, you break and you sing,
Make a home out of almost nothing.
Russian soul, tender, stubborn, and true—
A whole country’s weather passing through.

[Verse 2]
Old songs lean softly from the kitchen wall,
Steam clouds the window; night settles in.
We speak of the ache like an old family friend,
Then pour one more cup and invite it in.

[Bridge]
Not made of monuments, not made of stone—
Just hearts that keep beating when far from home.

[Outro]
When words run out, let the music roll—
There’s a whole wide world inside the Russian soul.