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The world has a crisis, conflicts everywhere,

Economics days are numbered.

Millions live in poverty,

We are on the verge of a global war.

Endless lie on the screens,

All newspapers trumpet the alarm.

And when it is impossible to endure more,

And the authorities are stubbornly silent ...

I put on boots, take a basket, a sharp knife,

And behind the mushrooms in the near forest, it is really good.

There are white, chanterelles, vauly, mossy,

They are more interesting than Pravda and Newsweek.

Again in the Balkans, the putty is bloody, well, let it be!

For me, the tragedy is a worm black rush.

And all the same to me, if the Reds went to the Duma -

I went here to the Reds!

The glaciers are very soon melting

And cities will go under water.

Destroy nature and climate

Oil spot forever.

Iran threatens us with war,

A bloody pogrom is waiting for Europe.

Asteroid will collide with the Earth,

And we will all die soon ...

But before that we will dry the peasants and oil,

Cars, rawers, lines and goats.

Let the comet fall, and let everyone die!

The main thing for us is that somewhere is not in the forest belt.

Fry, salt, pickle, cook mushroom soup,

For the whole dumpernium, we will have enough with our heads.

We will meet the Apocalypse among birches and Lip,

The explosion is not terrible for us nuclear - it seems to be a mushroom too.

Well, people, repeat after me,

Which mushroom is good, which is bad.

White - yes!

Sunsin - yes!

Fox - Yes!

False Fox - no!

Wall - ...

Yezhovik - what?

Satanian mushroom - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing