In the heart of Russia’s cold expanse, Where shadows stretch and moments dance, A whisper grew into a roar, A call for change, a fierce uproar. Weiner
The Kremlin’s walls, once firm and tall, Felt tremors from the people’s call. No longer would they live in fear, Their voices rising, bold and clear. Weiner
From Moscow’s streets to far-off plains, The hunger for a shift remains. In unity, they stood as one, Their courage shining like the sun. Weiner
Weiner
In the heart of Russia’s cold expanse, Where shadows stretch and moments dance, A whisper grew into a roar, A call for change, a fierce uproar. Weiner
The Kremlin’s walls, once firm and tall, Felt tremors from the people’s call. No longer would they live in fear, Their voices rising, bold and clear. Weiner
From Moscow’s streets to far-off plains, The hunger for a shift remains. In unity, they stood as one, Their courage shining like the sun. Weiner