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Moved by the spirit when her country was young Natalia danced to the moon and the sun Condemned as a heathen they stole her away A priest lit her fire on her judgement day A thousand years on, no chance to rest Natalia's baby lay still at her breast Begging for bread at the palace's gate A royal bullet fired and sealed her fate Oh Natalia, the woman you could be Oh Natalia, a chance to set you free Broken balalaikas, no chance to fly Natalia dared to ask a man why? From a red train Siberia bound Her frozen body was never found She cried out rejoicing, "Freedom at last!" But her purse fell empty, again why she asked A poisoned drink from a woman dressed in mink Took Natalia's life, a cry in the wind Oh Natalia, the woman you could be Oh Natalia, a chance to set you free Oh Natalia, the woman you could be Oh Natalia, a chance to set you free From Letras Mania