After a gruelling 4 years with catastrophic tinnitus, rivalling only to Viking's (according to qEEG), I am proud to say that I am still alive.
And now I celebrate with a little catchy russian song by a popular Chansón band:
(I did my best with russian translation)
Something happens, my nerves are fraying
Filled myself with Vodka thats the saying
I have no mood I feel down
Hands are shaking hangover town
Wth is with me? Maybe Im sick?
I gotta go see the doctor quick quick!
Chorus:
Doctor prescribe me some weed man
I aint gonna smoke it, Im gonna steep it..
The doctor writes something quietly,
And pays me no attention
Oh what secret remedy will be my salvation ....?
....and at the pharmacist's window,
A heartless white coat hands me the prescription
Chamomile tea is the description
Chorus:
Doc give me some weed, i promise not to smoke it,
But to steep
Tea with Chamomile is not a treatment,
But an utter bad mistreatment
Its good I have a loyal friend, not vile-
At my neighbor's house, Arkadii, there is some "Afghan Chamomile"
Chorus:
My "doctor" has prescribed me some weed!
I never steeped but smoked it right
Sitting here high as a kite.
And my soul ascends to sky,
As my ailments waved goodbye....
But my heart sank, when the cops, threw us in the monkey tank
Now Im sitting smoking in my cell ,thinking life is going well....
And now I celebrate with a little catchy russian song by a popular Chansón band:
(I did my best with russian translation)
Something happens, my nerves are fraying
Filled myself with Vodka thats the saying
I have no mood I feel down
Hands are shaking hangover town
Wth is with me? Maybe Im sick?
I gotta go see the doctor quick quick!
Chorus:
Doctor prescribe me some weed man
I aint gonna smoke it, Im gonna steep it..
The doctor writes something quietly,
And pays me no attention
Oh what secret remedy will be my salvation ....?
....and at the pharmacist's window,
A heartless white coat hands me the prescription
Chamomile tea is the description
Chorus:
Doc give me some weed, i promise not to smoke it,
But to steep
Tea with Chamomile is not a treatment,
But an utter bad mistreatment
Its good I have a loyal friend, not vile-
At my neighbor's house, Arkadii, there is some "Afghan Chamomile"
Chorus:
My "doctor" has prescribed me some weed!
I never steeped but smoked it right
Sitting here high as a kite.
And my soul ascends to sky,
As my ailments waved goodbye....
But my heart sank, when the cops, threw us in the monkey tank
Now Im sitting smoking in my cell ,thinking life is going well....