There's a place in my heart
The shadows call their home
Cold as the winds through Siberia
Where the snow lies so deep
You can't even see the sun
Run, My Troika, run
Let the horses run free
So dark against the white
Over the fields 'till they're out of sight
And I am swept away
The journey has begun
Run, My Troika, run
Oh, my Mother Russia
Land of Fairytales
Captured like the wind in her silken sails...
And the time rushes by
A thief in the night
Stealing my memory
Fading out of light
But I cannot forget where it is that I come from...
Run, My Troika, run
There's a plece in my heart
The shadows call their home
Cold as the wind through Siberia
Where the snow lies so deep
You can't even see the sun
Run, My Troika, run!
(Grazie a DustAngel per questo testo)