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Heat in Cyprus ...

Heat in Cyprus ...
And reluctant to think about anything.
An empty head here is nothing to do with,
When the brains melted under the sunlight.

Heat in Cyprus ...
And we should certainly sunbathe,
And grilled scrambled eggs
On fire sand, a frying pan to match.

Heat in Cyprus ...
And melts everything that does not burn,
And the Mediterranean Sea is boiling,
Like a teapot hissing with a brewing wave.

Heat in Cyprus ...
And fans chase the hot air,
There is a tourist, covered with scaly skin,
Glancing at the glasses, blinded.

And only in the alleys you can hear shouts and cheers,
Walking, having fun kids ...
It's not so hot for them ... It's their time!


A source: CypLIVE