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, runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
