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«Чем дальше в лес, тем толще партизаны»

Едет фриц на танке по просёлку где-то под Брянском. Танк весь поцарапанный партизанскими пулями.

Выходит из лесу мужик в ушанке на просёлок, голосует, фриц останавливается. Мужик говорит: «Чёй-то у тебя танк весь пулями поцарапанный!.. Непорядок!.. Давай-ка, вылазь! Бери берданку и айда со мной по лесу бегать, фрицев стрелять!»

The Fool on the Hill  (Lennon-McCartney)

Day after day, alone on a hill, 
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still 
But nobody wants to know him, 
They can see he’s just a fool 
And he never gives an answer. 
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down 
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round. 
Well on the way, head in a cloud, 
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud. 
But nobody ever hears him 
Or the sound he appears to make 
But he never seems to notice. 
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down 
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round. 
And nobody seems to like him, 
They can tell what he wants to do 
And he never shows his feelings. 
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down 
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

(round and round and round and round)
He never listens to them, 
He knows that they’re the fools 
They don’t like him. The fool on the hill sees the sun going down 
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.