The Amur River A bag of 54 human hands all severed at the wrist Was discovered on the island where my family used to fish The authorities blame medical experiments Or organized crime, or Stalin's labor camps But there's a power saw in every April thaw I'll leave this message in the snow outside your door I don't want to live in Siberia anymore So I'll be gone by the spring No, I won't miss anything, except for you, except for you A stream of glowing sludge flows past my house and disappears Into a lake where the village women claim to hear Songs in an inhuman tongue bubbling from the depths Rotting sturgeon on the shore, holes burned in the nets I don't know what they've done to those poison people in London I'll leave this message in the snow outside your door I don't want to live in Siberia anymore So I'll be gone by the spring No, I won't miss anything, except for you, except for you I know your husband didn't die of natural causes This land is sterile folk and pregnant pauses If you moved away with me I guess you'd look guilty But every stretch of sky and policeman is already filthy I've got a friend in Kazan who says he can take me on I'll leave this message in the snow outside your door I don't want to live in Siberia anymore So I'll be gone by the spring No, I won't miss anything, except for you, except for you