I was planted in a flower bed of sorrows Where raven's laughter blew up from the west Carried whispers of a dream about tomorrow And my heart it just beat borrowed in my chest
So i rode my one-eyed mare across the tundra As soon as i was old enough to go There were dangers that befell the ones who wandered But the fern moss just looked pretty in the snow
And i watched my breath crystalize Against a lawless sky and i was looking for
New I was looking for new Loooking for new siberia
So i followed my small destiny with valor Knowing i'd be better off alone Than to sit upon a shore with dry-land-sailors For the quest slept in the marrow of their bones
And their hearts were dull To the aurora and the heron's call
I was looking for new I was looking for new Loooking for new siberia
So i grabbed my army knife and scratched the surface Of battlegrounds where dragon teeth lay sown Half a picture of my lover in my pocket And the other half still hitherto unknown
And at night i slept Dreaming of new siberia
Looking for new I was looking for new Loooking for new siberia