Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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The snow will soon melt away
Snow has a short life
Your city is warmed by the sun
It will float on the spring waters
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!
Yeah. An anthem for municipal services!
дискорд

An ode to superpowers that lack proper drainage systems in their capitals in the 21st century.
I thought that the best way to honor work is through work itself.
So, I definitely believe in honoring hard work by taking a well-deserved break from it.
I'm going to have a drink for good health and have sex for virginity.