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Blackmore's Night - Troika
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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
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 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
Oh, my mother Russia
Land of fairytales
Captured like the wind
In her silken sails
I can still see your face
The years have been kind
Dust on the pictures
Clouding up my mind
But remember me now
Not for what I may become
Run, my Troika, run
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
Run, my Troika, run
Lalala lalala
Lalalalalalalala
La lalalala la lalalala
Lalala lalala
Lalalalalalalala
Run, my Troika, run
Run, my Troika, run
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
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 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
Oh, my mother Russia
Land of fairytales
Captured like the wind
In her silken sails
I can still see your face
The years have been kind
Dust on the pictures
Clouding up my mind
But remember me now
Not for what I may become
Run, my Troika, run
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
Run, my Troika, run
Lalala lalala
Lalalalalalalala
La lalalala la lalalala
Lalala lalala
Lalalalalalalala
Run, my Troika, run
Run, my Troika, run
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