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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