I don't pretend, I just get out This is Siberia, no joke, all trembling white I love the pull of the train in the middle of the night When you don't have to talk The city is grey but the sun is out There's nothing but time to forget about All the techno-media mania The words keep getting caught in my mouth ♪ There're no more lines The tanks got buried in the grass And parks are full of people in love I swear you'll get some sweetness out of it ♪ It's a Kamikaze move Oh but it feels so good To be gone, to be gone