Troika Blackmore's Night

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 fields, 'til 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