Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I’ll put on a scarf and a coat,
Curl up under a blanket,
Turn on the stove, and then
Smear myself thickly with lard.
Hot alcohol with milk
Won’t warm me up.
Because they still haven’t turned on
The radiators!

Oh-oh-ee-yah-ee-yo,
Radiators!
Oh-oh-ee-yah-ee-yo,
Radiators!

And everything seems normal,
And everything seems fine.
And the same water is in the tap,
Although it’s in a solid form.
The window is frozen over,
Although it’s near the door.
It’s time to turn on
These radiators!

Oh-oh-ee-yah-ee-yo,
Radiators!
Oh-oh-ee-yah-ee-yo,
Radiators!

And only in early spring,
When the pipes start to cry,
I lose my peace
And express myself rudely.
Because summer will soon come,
And the sun will warm us.
And then they will definitely
Turn on the radiators!