歌曲 | Troika |
歌手 | Blackmore's Night |
专辑 | Dance And The Moon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
Lalala lalala | |
Lalalalalalalala | |
La lalalala la lalalala | |
Lalala lalala | |
Lalalalalalalala | |
Run, my Troika, run | |
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 | |
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 | |
Lalala lalala | |
Lalalalalalalala | |
La lalalala la lalalala | |
Lalala lalala | |
Lalalalalalalala | |
Run, my Troika, run | |
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 | |
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 | |
Lalala lalala | |
Lalalalalalalala | |
La lalalala la lalalala | |
Lalala lalala | |
Lalalalalalalala | |
Run, my Troika, run | |
Run, my Troika, run |