Mark Berube and the Patriotic Few — Siberia lyrics

Lyrics

Feel the squeeze
Of the morning
On lungs that wake up
Breathe breathe breathe
Over the roof top
The sun sets its sights
And fills the kitchen
With good intentions
Like a steam train
Smoking through Siberia
Bringing good news home
All that you feel
Breathe it out on to me
Come by the window
Slide it open
February
Feels good right now
Il y a des cigarettes
Qui ne peuvent pas nous tuer
I see the smoke rising
You see the smoke rising
Breathe