Listen, comrade, let me sing you a song about a land up north where the winter is long about the bear and the wolf and the siberian tiger the evenings when everyone is twisting in the taiga.
We work all day on the frozen soil searching for diamonds and the gas and the oil when the day is done somebody grabs a balalaika then we're drinking, we are singing, we are twisting in the taiga.
Some like silver, some like gold some like it hot and some like it cold some like Australia and some like Jamaika I like it here 'cause I like twisting in the taiga.