Текст песни Би-2 - виски

Verse:
         
My God is harsh, fate is complex, and my prison is my hut.
                
But even in my dense forest, a curve came along progress.

Chorus:
  
Let it bring me cool, the soul of a miracle is now asking.
          
What in Irkutsk, what in Norilsk which Russian does not drink whiskey.

Lose: x2

Verse:
        
He is angry with his face and rude in disposition; love preserves a triple sheepskin coat.
       
But the snow is melting and the Yamaha accordion fur is tearing.

Chorus:
       
Let it bring me cool, the soul of a miracle is now asking.
        
What in Irkutsk, what in Norilsk which Russian does not drink whiskey.

Lose: x2

Chorus:
       
Let it bring me cool, the soul of a miracle is now asking.
        
What in Irkutsk, what in Norilsk which Russian does not drink whiskey.
   
Let it bring me cool, the soul of a miracle is now asking.
     
What in Irkutsk, what in Norilsk which Russian does not drink whiskey.