It's snowing,
The wind blows,
Dimitrij tells about Lena.
I listen him, and I can see Lena on my bed.
She waiting for something, and the troika sliced through the fresh snow.
There was a winter,
A terrible winter,
Dimitrij tells us a legend.
I listen him: one dawn Lena disappeared.
She doesn't waiting anymore, and the troika stay on the fresh snow.
It's snowing,
The wind blows,
Dimitrij tells about Lena.
I listen him, and I can see Lena on my bed.
She waiting for something, and the troika sliced through the fresh snow.