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