he Great Migration of Peoples: Siberia Lyrics

Our home is broken,
We have no shelter,
The continent sleeps beyond (the) remains
We need Siberia
We will search for land,
Ark saved our souls

Woods of taiga – New Eden’s here
New paradise – Super-New World
It will be ours – for hundred years
New Colossus – will rise again

Rebuild everything,
That slipped from our hands
We’ll become gods on new land.
On blooming grazing
We will find stone oil,
It is our god

Woods of taiga – New Eden’s here
New paradise – Super-New World
It will be ours – for hundred years
New Colossus – will rise again

Dead thicket suffers under our sins,
Clean rivers run with the acid cry,
Keep, ancient lands, our storied plastic,
New order’s coming to change wild taiga.

Here no taiga,
(towers of glass stretch to the sky)
Here no love
(money and shows became more valuable)
Rain of fire
(breaks down from skies as it was last time)
Ark will save
(you’ll search for new homes again)

Our new Sodom,
New Eden fell – burned to the ground
Super-New World – get rid of us
New Colossus – the wave wiped out.