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• Artiste: Blackmore's Night
• Titre: 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 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)