Based on Bulgaria 2009
Krassimir Avramov — Illusion
We would leave for an isle
But the forecast’s vile
Heat wave’s nearing in style
Just will cope for a WHIIIIIIIILE
(Our folks are jarred)
Now our mood is marred
(We’ll be on guard)
This will be super haaaaaaaaaaaard
Dumb me
Has long craved AC
Home, I tend to moan
Anywhere’s hot, no cool spot
More heat
Would force to excrete
Most body junk
Urine and sweat
And both I looooooOOOOOOATHE
Skin’s beginning to shine
Droplets go down our SPIIIIIIIINE
(This is no fun)
Harshness has begun
(Such sticky run)
Failed to deal with such suuuuuuuuuuuun
See our image decline
Now we look like a SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE
(Our tunics suck)
Forced to sport this muck
(Born here: tough luck)
Wearers stink like a duck
So yuck
(Oooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww)
Hear me, I beg
Aid us from above
Feels like pure hell
Here we plead: cast your speeeeeeeell
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
(His condition’s not nice)
(Only seems to howl:) IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE
(We’re all like, wow)
Having sunstroke now
(Pain in his brow)
Can’t seem to know hoooooooooooow
Feeling symptoms and signs
Only view is blurred LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINES
(He’ll have to grind)
Drugs I’ll have to find
(With dizzy mind)
Get trips of some kiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIND
(Even here on a high)
(Can’t avoid shrieking) Heeeeeeeere IIIIIIIIIIIII
(May burn like brass)
(But heat will pass) QuiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIT