A deep dive in Siberian snows, full of sorrow and rage.


Northern magic, perfect snow
Perfect dead trees stand in row
Perfect sky without a cloud
Freezing winds with perfect sound

Winter here gave a birth
To all winters on the earth
Nomads came, and Romans tried
To survive, but they all died

Life is hardly breathing here
In the frozen atmosphere
Empty words of World’s Despair
Falling down in frozen air...

No church, no God to pray
Jesus lived ten thousand miles away
He would change his belief
If he felt this pressing grief

Here, at forgotten hills, where everything dies
I feel that my thoughts are flying high in the sky
They’re playing on a rainbow of a seven white stripes
That shines with brilliant crystals of Siberian ice

Siberian fields are great for those seeking solitude
I see that the freedom is when no one’s behind
For thousand kilometres you won’t meet a man
Siberia is the place for those trying to understand
Their mind

Centuries had flown away
From the day I settled in this place
I have no one to call my friend
But I have what I call “My Land”!


from Fall Of My Life (Original '07 Master), released January 31, 2007



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