sunny days

Viktor Tsoi knew exactly how winter feels for those like me. Those that have to wear three sweaters or a poncho on top of a jacket just to feel remotely okay outside in zero celsius. He also knew how annoying snow is and the power of the sun. Today every time I stepped outside I was singing this to myself:


Белая гадость лежит под окном.
Я ношу шапку и шерстяные носки.
Мне везде неуютно и пиво пить в лом,
Как мне избавиться от этой тоски
По вам,
Солнечные дни?

Мерзнут руки и ноги, и негде сесть.
Это время похоже на сплошную ночь.
Хочется в теплую ванну залезть.
Может быть, это избавит меня то тоски
По вам,
Солнечные дни.

Я раздавлен зимою, я болею и сплю.
И порой я уверен, что зима - навсегда.
Еще так долго до лета, а я еле терплю.
Но, может быть, эта песня избавит меня от тоски
По вам,
Солнечные дни,
Солнечные дни.


I had to google the lyrics even though I know them by heart because I don't have the Russian keyboard on my new laptop yet. 
I feel so heavy.... waking up at 6am, spending the day outside of my bed, being cold constantly. Being scared of getting sick. Food coma. Morning spent listening to drilling, banging, hammering. I just want to go to my normal peaceful life. At least now we have a door. Yay! But apparently it's not finished and he's coming back tomorrow at 6am. Probably to bang and drill some more. I would love this man except without sleep I don't function and he stands between me and sleep. I know it's not his fault. I know he is trying his best to finish this as quickly as possible, to provide us comfort, he is amazing. But right now I feel too fucked up to appreciate him.
Merzkaja gadost' lezhit pod oknom, merzkaja.