Hmm, while listening to this wonderful piece of music again, I imagined myself lying under a tree in a quiet park in winter and freezing to death, with my corpse being covered by the first snow. Wonderful.
Where is Doug? He should send me to Siberia or Antarctica to clear the snow.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт