Zar, Zar, Zar
Pa, Pa, Pa-Pa, Papa.
What're you doing to the people?

You raise us so high
Russia never really touched the sky
We always knew it was so
That the Zar came from heaven to below.
But Thy Zap Peter, you make it so real,
Peter, Peter, Peter please say what's the deal?
You seem like a plague and a blessing all in one
Peter, please whole old Russia's on the run.

`O tell me, is it really real,
Does both my position and my spirit make them scream: `You'.'

Old Russia is dying, do you think that is good?
The foreigners do rule us, all your laws do threaten
Are yet more men to die?
And Thy Zar Peter, you make it so real,
Peter, Peter, Peter please say what's the deal?
You change all our clothes, our traditions are a ruin,
You fool all the wise men, only foreigners can bloom.

`How could I tell them, Gordon, Lefort, Juuel sensed in real?
How could I break the seal to living now?'

We hear that on your parties every man in vodka drown.
you'd rather have the dwarfs than honest men as friends
O tell Zar Peter, is that really real?
Peter, Peter, Peter please say what's the deal?
Our church-bells turned to cannons; you build a town by men to die,
Yes sure you are an eagle, but do you have to fly?

`How could I tell them `bout the magic we went through?
How could I show them the sky is more than God and blue?

Your wife you turned a nun and off to Europe on you went,
From everywhere a scandal back to Moscow you sent.
Say Zar Peter, is that really real?
Peter, Peter, Peter please tell what's the deal?
You killed your only son, and your new wife is a Swede,
The Russian people wakes up but do we have to bleed?¨

`How could I tell them wars were still yet to come?
Why should I live slow with the fleers on the run?'

::Zar, Zar, Zar
Pa pa, Pa-Pa, Papa
What you did to the people!