Anastasia Nicholaievna Romanova

Here is a collection of poems and songs about Anastasia and other members of the Romanov family.

Twelve o'clock, they came to take you.

Came to wake you for your final dream.

Yellow ribbon, coat of satin.

Soaked in red, you play your final scene.

But they would not take your smile.

And they would not close your eyes.

Oh, sweet Anastasia Romanoff.

There's nothing more to fear.

Anastasia, sleep my child.

Ah, you had the magic to drive them wild.

Anastasia, do not cry.

The lights went out the day you died.

And I always cried the day that Anastasia Romanoff died.

Twisting on an empty spiral ending in the twilight of your years.

Eyes that sparkled like a thousand jewels.

They close on fools that have no tears.

But they could not take your smile.

And they would not close your eyes.

Sweet Anastasia Romanoff, there's nothing more to fear.

Anastasia, sleep my child.

Ah, you had the magic to drive them wild.

Anastasia, do not cry.

The lights went out the day you died.

And I always cried the day that Anastasia Romanoff died.

I found your name in a book and in

That book a letter, were the words of

A girl who said that she was lead away and

Left for dead but somehow she survived it.

How was it no one would believe that

You were part of their world, a different world

one they denied you.

If I could help you I would help you now.

And you can speak through me.

Well, I am.

I am.

I am Anastasia.

Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia.

Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia.

I'm haunted by a girl whose life's locked in these pages.

But through these words she will be free through me.

I know.

I know we won't forget her.

She can speak through me.

Well, I am.

I am.

I am Anastasia.

I am.

I am Anastasia.

Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia.

Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia, Anastasia.

Anastasia please come home, your family's on the telephone.

They know they left you all alone with your royalty.

Oh, and Anastasia you did nothing wrong.

Your biggest sin was just being born.

Aristocracy is like a crown of thorns it takes believers.

Anastasia where can we go.

The border guards they don't want to know.

We need some time to relax and slow things down.

And Anastasia I know what you mean.

The revolution took away our dreams.

Took away our fantasies gave us sewing machines.

And the noise.

And the jewels and the lights of those winter nights.

And a little girl's eyes oh, so wide.

I'm not saying they were wrong to fight.

But I know they were wrong to despise.

Just the joy in a little girl's eyes.

Anastasia please come home.

Your daddy the czar is on the telephone.

His little girl so lost and alone.

It makes him cry.

Oh, and Anastasia if he only knew.

know he'd throw it away just to be with you.

Just a family man that's nothing new.

No reason to die.

There's a field of flowers and they smell like you.

I go walking through them when I feel you near me.

You know I'd love to pick one for my lapel

But you know there are too many insects watching.

I'm afraid they'd tell on me.

And here the skies are neither day

Nor night, in this place

Where i close my eyes.

Its like my skin would try so hard to hold it back.

There's an explosion it comes raining down.

You smiled, you smiled at me.

Anastasia, your disappearance is the thorn in my side.

Anastasia, you know your absence is the thorn in my side.

I think about you every night

And every day. Every moment since you left here.

You were the one that got away as they say.

Everyone has an Anastasia.

Your disappearance is the thorn in my side.

Anastasia, you know your absence is the thorn in my side.

I kept your room just as you left it.

There's not a toy out of place.

Just in case the fates are kind and you come back someday.

I don't want to live without my little Anastasia.

Anastasia, your disappearance is the thorn in my side.

Anastasia, you know your absence is the thorn in my side.

Little Anastasia...

(I know you're out there.)

And only you can take the thorn from my side.

I cannot die, for I love to hear the sweet voices of Mother and Father.

 I cannot die, for I will greatly miss laughter from my sisters and brother.

I cannot die, for I love the scent of blossoming spring-time flowers.

I cannot die, for I will greatly miss, the passing of cold April showers.

I cannot die, for I love to watch, the street people who pass us by.

 I cannot die, for I will greatly miss, friendly strangers who turned to wave hi.

 I cannot die, for I love the taste, of sweet chocolates, pastries and cakes.

I cannot die, for I will greatly miss, the many palace parites and parades.

 I cannot die, for I love to sing. And death has no music to spare.

I cannot die, for I will greatly miss, the days we spend without care.

I cannot die, for I love to play, and be happy when I see people smile.

 I cannot die, for I will greatly miss behaving myself...well, for a while.

 I cannot die, for I will soon rise again. For this, my name is decreed.

I cannot die, for I will be missed. And this makes me sad indeed.

 I cannot die, for I'd love my spirit to stay in the hearts of the giving.

But I will not die, for my legacy remains.

I'm not yet done with living.

My name is Anastasia.

Maybe you have heard of me?

If you have, well then, it wasn't the way it was meant to be.

I was meant to be an Empress; A ruler of my land.

But in 1917, everything changed.

And in 1918, I was killed by the Red's hand.

I was a happy child. Loud to name a few. And if we had ever met, I'm sure I would have liked you.

Instead I was murdered.

Raped and shot like a hound.

Then one cold night, thrown into the ground.

Now you know my story, please do not forget me.

Instead, pass along my story, like everything was meant to be.

We girls, born as four but live as one, look curiously upon a world once familiar.

Where we used to walk through open fields.

But our souls have been taken captive.

Now all we can do is lie down and look up, listen as the wind calls, watch as the clouds gather.

The blue sky turns to black velvet as the storm settles upon our Kingdom.

And with our hearts and hands united we realize it is as God willed.

It was our destiny to love and say good-bye.

What must it have been like to be the daughter of the Tsar?

To see your father as your own, not a ruler.

What must it have been like to see your mother cry?

To know that however hard you tried, you couldn't reach.

What must it have been like to hold your suffering brother's hand?

 To know that he might die right then?

What must it have been like to hear you sisters' screams?

To know that very soon it would be your turn too.

What must it have been like, to feel the bayonets?

To know that in the pain, you were dying.