Счётчик Мыслей - Филимон
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Gas cutter Filimon
Went into the hydraulics shop
Having received a work order
I lit a cigarette
Frankly scored
On the warning poster
Not a hindrance to Filimonov's plans
That the reducer siphons propane
A real hard worker
Hands are dirty and oily
Despite the fact that on the posters
They speak plainly
That with dirty hands
No need to tighten anything
The tricky valve would not give in
But Philemon still didn’t notice
Spitting on federal regulations
Philemon became a bizarre shape
The body was chopped into a small salad
And half my head flew into the warehouse
After all, don't care about gas leaks
Can you only do it until the first time?
Nothing can be fixed
Filimon-Filimon, blessed memory
For transport purposes from the warehouse
He kicks the balloon with his boots
And flies across the concrete floor
Oxygen under terrible pressure
An iron strikes the workbench
In a room full of propane
And literally in a split second
Everything around turns to mush
Spitting on federal regulations
Philemon became a bizarre shape
The body was chopped into a small salad
And half my head flew into the warehouse
After all, don't care about gas leaks
Can you only do it until the first time?
Nothing can be fixed
Filimon-Filimon, blessed memory