after Bob Dylan
How many roads must a Russian walk down
Before he realizes he is lost?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a Russian buy a bomb
Before he sees he can’t pay the cost?
Yes, ‘n’ how many winters must he freeze in the dark
Before he is burned by the frost?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the Russian wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the Russian wind.
How many times must a Russian look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must Vladimir Putin have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the Russian wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the Russian wind.
How many years can Siberia exist
Before it is grabbed by the Chinese?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some Russians exist
Before they get up off their knees?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a Vladimir Putin turn his head,
Pretending that nobody sees?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the Russian wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the Russian wind.
La Russophobe 