I can’t quietly listen to the song of the Moral Code "Where are you", because the subconscious automatically replaces the text with idiotic variants of rhythms, as a result, instead of the original, it results:
Where are you, you throw tomatoes, you bite cakes?
Where are you, painting posters, reading newspapers?
Where do you, counting the ducats, check the tickets?
Where are you, digging bats, breaking parks?
Where do you eat salads, wash cassettes?
- Where are you, take machines, shoot pickets;
Where are you, washing your clothes, blowing up your bags?
and other nonsense to loss of pulse.