Music & Lyrics by Sergio Fernández Ribnikov

The Russo-Finnish war broke out on November 30,
1939. It was a time of confusion and dejection:
The Second World War had begun only three months
before, and the German fist already pounded on
several locations. The Finnish resistance was far
outnumbered by the Soviet invaders, and yet the
sons of Karelia fought bravely and relentlessly.
To everybody's surprise, Finland was defeating
Russia. However, only partially and temporarily,
for the Soviet colossus was and had always been
virtually indomitable.

On March 13, Finland signed the Moscow Peace
Treaty, in which they were forced to relinquish
the Finnish part of Karelia, among other
locations. So unfair was this agreement, that it
really seemed that Finland lost more territory in
peace than in war. The Winter War is often seen as
a minor battle, a footnote in world history, but
the keen mind should know better: it was this war
that led Hitler to underestimate the Russian
power, and that, in the end, would cost him dear.

This is the tale of the dormant Finland, About its
people and its luck of the draw, This is the tale
of the conquering Russia, And its victorious dead
that never returned.

The Reds began their crushing crusade, Towards the
land where Väinämöinen once lived, The land of
snowy plains and endless nights, Of a thousand
lakes and seven hundred years of enslavement...

Slumber, chains and bloodstained Swords, steels
that clashed in the deafening silence.

The burning rain fell down on the resistance, How
to endure the weight of the world? This was
another kind of war in two fronts, There's the
human foe and the ruthless cold.

Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/THQNAnd so this land took the form of a big pool,
Where pride got steeped as many lives were lost,
Who were the heroes? Who were the bad guys? Where
was now the place they used to call home?

Viktoriya Nikolaevna Shestakova
Our fathers left their homes to reclaim their
honour and to fight for the mothers of mothers...

Markku Hamalainen
...They sent strangers into our Karelia, and our
beloved soil was desecrated.

Total silence... tearful, mournful Stillness, not
even a sound in the blood-red battlefield.

Over this snow, Snow that once was white, Lie the
heroes, The heroes from both sides.

The red covers all, All we have ever known, Such a
grim sight, A sight so hard to describe, Blood-red
snow.

And so this tragic tale came to an end, When peace
was signed once blood had been spilt, Who did
survive? Who did win... If both of their banners
were red in the end?

The Finns gave up their sacrosanct land, The
Russians got what they had yearned for so long,
But in the end, what did they all get for
themselves? Nothing but a handful of snow.

Bloodstained, cold and fragile Snow, the very same
snow that covered their bones.

Over this snow, Snow that once was white, Lie the
heroes, The heroes from both sides.

The red covers all, All we have ever known, Such a
grim sight, A sight so hard to describe, Blood-red
snow.