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.