We were drinking down in Omsk town when we first heard the blow
It came from the Irtysh riverside, so boldly forth to go
And sure enough we saw the grille of a big rig in the air
And the name upon her side me boys was the Brewery of Rosar
Oh, the brewery of Rosar.

"Me boys I must remind you there's an Army base nearby
So let us go recruit some idle corporals", says I,
"The driver's done got clean away, his partner's disappeared,
There's nothing left for us to do but rescue all the beer,
Oh, we need to save the beer."

Six rescue-ready divers then came out to pass the time
Ten workers and a modified old army tank besides
The truck was laden down several kegs and bottles too,
And we gave our all despite the fact that we were turning blue.
Oh, yeah, we were turning blue.

We hauled her to an ice hole and we opened up the doors,
We brought up everything we could, but then the cable tore
The truck went to the bottom, Tass reported on the tale
Then the brewery's representative said they'd take back the ale.
Oh, they'd have a special sale.

So here's to all good citizens, we'll drink you all good cheer,
Or at least we would if we could only get ourselves some beer,
Rewards of money may be fine, but we'll just sit right here
And hope the Russian winter claims another truck of beer.
Oh, a lovely truck of beer.