Tytuł: Siberia
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the white Antarctic's settled down there too too-too-too
and there is nothing but this howling wind wind-wind-wind
the Arctic lies in you in you in you in you
cold glaciers are already at the door
and snowflakes glisten on your frosted hair
so every morning I brush off this snow
there are no warm zones now on our maps
Siberia's forced its way into our hearts
and our icebound lips no longer smile
it's no use looking for warm zones on maps
I know these glaciers will defeat us
I know these glaciers will defeat us
Siberia!
will win!
oh no! no!
it will!
Siberia!
will win!
oh no! no!
yes it will!
the Arctic lies I know in you in you
the white Antarctic's settled down there too
and there is only this cold howling wind
so now you are the real Arctic
so now you are the real Arctic
Siberia!
will win!
oh no! no!
it will
Siberia!
will win!
oh no! no!
yes it will!
Siberia!
will win!
oh no! no!
yes it will will-will-will.
the window frosted by your ice-cold breath breath-breath-breath
and we'll love and pray frozen to the bone bone-bone-bone
a frigid wind will rage under the bed bed-bed-bed
we'll never go away to a warm zone zone-zone-zone
but now I think perhaps in a few years years-years-years
zeppelins will softly land on our house house-house-house
they'll drop a lot of maps yellowed with age age-age-age
somebody warm will touch me saying
somebody warm will touch me saying
Siberia!
will win!
oh no! no!
it will!
Siberia!
must lose!
no! no! no!
Yes it will!
Syberia!
przegra!
o nie! nie!
o tak!
Syberia!
przegra!
o nie! nie!
o tak! tak
TAK!
