Omega — Russian Winter

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