Siberian Memories
Again in front of me
Water without an edge
Again in front of me
Just rows of flooded willows
Again another year
I have been taken back
By destiny who gives
Her lucky hand to me
And under darkest firs
With lichens like gray beards
Listening to the cranes
From the swamps of cranberry crisp
I am able to drink again
Water that crystal clear
From icy and speedy streams
Hiding in heavy mist
Somebody wrote the book
And my life predefined there
But whatever happens to me
I will remember forever
That somewhere exists the land
Of silence, water, and trees
The land of my endless love
The land of my sleepless travel
Water without an edge
Again in front of me
Just rows of flooded willows
Again another year
I have been taken back
By destiny who gives
Her lucky hand to me
And under darkest firs
With lichens like gray beards
Listening to the cranes
From the swamps of cranberry crisp
I am able to drink again
Water that crystal clear
From icy and speedy streams
Hiding in heavy mist
Somebody wrote the book
And my life predefined there
But whatever happens to me
I will remember forever
That somewhere exists the land
Of silence, water, and trees
The land of my endless love
The land of my sleepless travel
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