Frosty-bye

 Winter grasp is slacken down
 Bob Senkler is watching jumps

 Skis are useless , snow is melting
Warmness 's getting up into kazemat

 I'm blinded by the Sun
ears become got red ,  transparent
 Dressed away the gloves

  Hi , - to Sun i said

 In a middle of boring story
i have seen a dream  : Sth. above 55 by Centigrade

  Somewhere over Greece , or Кamchatka maybe


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