As if no gravity is found

A thousand miles away, in Siberia's heart,
Where ancient pines are scraping the sky,
I see that thin red line, a thread we are,
Stretching through the void to a star on high.

The cold is creeping under my skin,
But I feel so free, I feel so light,
Just the silence of the woods within,
And the marsh grass holds me down tonight.

The shaman starts his ancient song,
I let you go, I lose my ground,
In this black void, where I belong,
As if no gravity is found.

As if it all was just a dream,
As if someone turned off our light,
tell me...

Tell me, are you free now?
Now. now!
Tell me, are you pleased now?
Now.  now!
A star can never be the moon, believe
Believe. now!
Erase me from you, be quick
Quick! Believe……
If you want, then kill...
Kill. be quick!

These scars - don't they keep memories alive?
Don't they prove our right to survive?
Doesn't this pain bring us joy in disguise,
Reminding us that we can feel, and love, and realize?

A simple life, no crown to wear,
Just trying to live like others there,
To know their laughter and their tears,
To feel the life that Eve's children bear.

Doesn't the sun give light to all,
To king, to hangman, to the fool?
Yet even suns have spots that fall,
And the moon still shines behind the clouds,
so bright and cool.

Beat your drum, shaman, before we fall,
In Siberia's heart, I let it go, no one's to blame.
Let rain erase the red line, wash it all,
In this void, gravity has no name.

As if it all was just a dream,
As if someone turned off our light,
Tell me...

Tell me, are you free now?
Now. now!
Tell me, are you pleased now?
Now.  now!
A star can never be the moon, believe
Believe. now!
Erase me from you, be quick
Quick! Believe……
If you want, then kill...
Kill. be quick!
kill... be quick...