Jules Munshin, Peter Lorre, Joseph Buloff - "Silk Stockings" - Sweet Siberia | Текст песни

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• Jules Munshin, Peter Lorre, Joseph Buloff - "Silk Stockings"
• Sweet Siberia

When we're sent to dear Siberia,
To Siberi-eri-a,
When it's cocktail time 'twill be so nice
Just to know you'll not have to phone for ice.

When we meet in sweet Siberia,
Far from Bolshevik hysteria,
We'll go on a tear,
For our buddies all are there
In cheery Siberi-a.

When we're sent to dear Siberia,
To Siberi-eri-a,
There's a most delicious bill of fare,
You must try out filet of polar bear.
When we meet in sweet Siberia
To protect us from diphtheria,
We can toast our toes
On the lady Eskimos
In cheery Siberi-a.

When we're sent to dear Siberia,
To Siberi-eri-a,
When the salt air makes us feel so fine,
In the fresh salt air from our own salt mine,
When we meet in sweet Siberia,
Where the snow is so 'superia'
You can bet, all right
That your Christmas will be white
In cheery Siberi-a.