Antje Duvekot New Siberia
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
