Russian f(ill)ds

[Intro, slow] Sooooo... My friends: When you have ill You must see the great Russian fields To have some confidence you getting better will... [Verse 1] When you're feeling quite unwell, And your health's gone down the hill, Just gaze upon those fields so vast, Your ailments surely will not last. [Chorus] For in those fields and churches Where winds whisper hard and soft, Your woes and cares will lift aloft. So hold this thought when life feels bitter, Now in Russian fields, drink liter! [Verse 2] When coughs and sneezes take their toll, And fever grips you, body and soul, Remember Russian fields so wide, Where sickness dares not to reside. [Chorus] For in those fields and churches Where winds whisper hard and soft, Your woes and cares will lift aloft. So hold this thought when life feels bitter, Now in Russian fields, drink liter! [Verse 3] If politics doth make you sick, And every news just makes you tick, Look out upon that endless green, And find yourself a tranquil scene. [Chorus] For in those fields and churches Where winds whisper hard and soft, Your woes and cares will lift aloft. So hold this thought when life feels bitter, Now in Russian fields, drink liter! [Verse 4] So when the world seems grim and ill, And nothing seems to cure your chill, Russian fields, so broad, so still, Promise peace, and heal you will. [Outro] No! No! No! We warn you: take medications only as prescribed by the doctor! [Solo] [Outro]