Виски [Viski] [English translation]

My God is tough, fate is hard and my ostrog – my hut.

But even to my deep forest, by a crooked trail, came progress.

[CHORUS]

Although I'm starting to lose control, the soul now asks for a miracle.

In Irkutsk, and in Norilsk, what Russian doesn't drink whiskey?

With an angry face and tough temper, love is hidden by a triple layer coat.

But the snow is melting when I rock on with the Yamaha company accordion.

[CHORUS x2]