I was wandering through the fields of memories As the winterwinds, swept through the hills When I heard a distant voice, though it came from far away And then I saw him standing there
I heard the echo of a dream, an ancient lost ideal It haunts us in our sleep Envision the spring, when winter comes The seed’s still alive, hidden deep within our hearts
Hold on through, this lonely path of tears You will shine, till the end of time It’s your destiny
I could feel his dreams were broken And I felt the pain in his heart And then I saw his eyes, were filled with tears And I sensed his passion and his care And If I only could reverse the past Your sacrifice is not in vain The battlefields have changed into peaceful scenes But I still can feel the chills of yesterday
Hold on through, this lonely path of tears You will shine, till the end of time
Hold on through, this lonely path of tears You will shine, till the end of time It’s your destiny
All Russian media now is controlled by the government—just like in Soviet times. The Kremlin runs a multi-hundred million dollar propaganda machine—can it be sanctioned? Russia Today alone is a $400 million operation. In March, the Kremlin put Chinese government-like restrictions on the Internet, and cracked down on the few remaining independent news outlets and bloggers left in Russia. The Guardian revealed that the Kremlin has a paid network of bloggers and commenters, “some are paid as much as 600,000 roubles ($16,700) for leaving hundreds of comments on negative stories about Putin.”
