Troika

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 field till they’re out of sight

And I am swept away

The journey has just 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 the light

But I cannot forget where it is

That I come from

Run, my Troika, run

I can still see your face

The years have been kind

Dust on the pictures

Clouding up my mind

Remember me now

Not for what I may become

Run, my Troika, run