Методика борьбы с русской хандрой, английским сплином, субфибрильной температурой и наступающей осенью.
Делаем так. Ставим диск "Битлз". Песню про дурака на горе. Прилагаемый текст выводим на монитор. Начинаем петь вместе с Маккартни, стараясь попадать в ноты и забыв про соседей.
Повторить 3 раза. По завершении выпить большую кружку горячего зеленого чая без сахара. Вернуться к жизни…
Приложение №1 — Рекомендуемый текст. 
Приложение №2 — собственно сонг в оригинале.
Начали!
"The fool on the hill" Lyrics by "Beatles"
Day after day alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that 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, his head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
is talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And 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
Oh, round, round, round, round, 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
Oh, round, round, round, round, round
And he never listen to them
He knows that they’re the fools
But 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
Oh, round, round, round, round, round
oh…
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