Russian Winter - Omega

The snow falls, the wind blows

Dimitrij tells Lena’s tale

I listen and see Lena on my bed

Back then it waited

And the troika glided on the fresh snow

That was such a winter, a horrible winter

Dimitrij tells a legend’s tale

I listen;

Lena disappeared on one dawn

No longer waited

The troika sat on the fresh snow

The snow falls, the wind blows

Dimitrij tells Lena’s tale

I listen and see Lena on my bed

Back than it waited

And the troika glided on the fresh snow