Listen, far, far from my lovely home, Where deep icy cold's coming from, In the magical land Our story will end. You have never heard it before. So, let us step through the door.
Fairy flies, fairy flies. Through the snow, over the ice. All the paths are under cover, Only love purifies.
Fairy flies, fairy flies. Snow-storm blinds the eyes. Only friends cling to each other, Only hope brightens nights.
Our hearts call to each other. Our hopes are guiding lights.
Composed a year before in snowbound Caucasus mountains (actually, on a piano in a hotel hall). Lyrics also by me, vocal by jazz singer Ekaterina Rodkina, 12-string guitar parts by Alexandr Aznaurov. Made for "The Snow" game by Welore. (C) Manwe/SandS