[Verse 1] Before the year 2022 Russian investments looked so strong. Russian ADRs, the future in our hands, growth and dividends, an investment made of steel. They spoke of opportunities, of markets that would never fall, of wealth that would endure when the world keeps turning. [Pre-Chorus] Then came the conflict, borders closed up tight, accounts were frozen, rights simply stripped away. Partly expropriated, written off, while prices kept rising somewhere else. [Chorus] In a few years’ time no one will remember who still held those ADRs, who bet on the future. Just a blink of an eye in financial history, the investors forgotten, the trust torn apart. Russian assets, frozen solid, frustration stays silent – the industry moves on, and no one thinks of it anymore. [Verse 2] Frustrated holders, letters without reply, blocked accounts, sanctions, law that suddenly applies. What was safe just yesterday is taken away today, the banks’ promises lie quiet and broken. Trust deeply shaken, the hand that was offered pulls back again when the storm begins. [Pre-Chorus] They talk about rules, about protection and rights, but when it gets serious you stand alone in the fight. The markets keep running, the indexes climb higher, only the Russian ADRs are left lying on the sidelines. [Chorus] In a few years’ time no one will remember who still held those ADRs, who bet on the future. Just a blink of an eye in financial history, the investors forgotten, the trust torn apart. Russian assets, frozen solid, frustration stays silent – the industry moves on, and no one thinks of it anymore. [Bridge] Maybe someday a footnote will appear in the books: “Back then the ADRs… frozen, expropriated.” But the names of the people, the hopes, the sleepless nights, the bills that remained – they will all blow away. History writes the winners and the big numbers, not those who quietly lost and were then forgotten. [Final Chorus] In a few years’ time no one will remember… just a blink of an eye. The investors forgotten. The trust torn apart. And the markets keep turning – as if nothing ever happened.
