Rough translation: “What with the climate change, Russia will be turning the penal gulags into summer camps!”
Ga waba lala booboo!!!
Now you can park anywhere, anytime!
Words fail me!
There came to visit me a flutterling,
with one dark and one iridescent wing.
It came to me well in advance,
signalling the end of my dance.
A high note of hope did it sing,
news of my passing over did it bring.
My time here it has been served,
it told me not at all unnerved.
Shall I smiile now or shall I weep,
as at last I lay me down to sleep?
Best not to keep it waiting long,
while I sing my farewell song.
I’ll wait for you on th’other side,
arms spead in welcome open wide.
To be reunited there for evermore,
both our souls up high will soar!