Жара... Во всех смыслах - африканская, т.е. занесенная южными ветрами из раскаленных песков африканских пустынь и с температурами за сорок по Цельсию. Просто жару люблю, но только не в обнимку с высокой влажностью и загрязненным воздухом (в основном из-за повышенного уровня частиц пыли, золы и сажи).
Относительную свежесть воздуха обещают лишь через неделю, но кто ж в наши дни верит синоптикам?!... Остается отрастить плавники и жабры для переселения в прохладу морских просторов, а если не удастся, то - прикинуться огромной сарделькой, чтобы с полным правом занять свою полку в холодильнике))

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (Live Roskilde 2008)



Lyrics:
I remember when, I remember
I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you're out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are
Having the time of your life
But think twice
That's my only advice

Come on now, who do you
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control?

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart
To lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember
Is thinking, I want to be like them

Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little
It looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

But maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably