Lyric

The snowstorm raged across the land

Through every alley, every strand

A glass of vodka sat on the table

With snacks beside it, if you’re able

The glass would call, so tempting, near

In February, the drunk would appear

Unable to resist that tiny sip

While dashes and dots began their trip

Head trembling like a jelly

Legs shaking, oh so smelly

In Morse code, words from afar

Pasternak whispered from the bar

Snow piled high in February

And still the vodka sat so merry

Steam on glass, a blurry sight

A brotherhood tangled through the night

Till the young moon screamed its cries

I drained the glass, though I was wise

Wet pants pulled up in rush and haste

To avoid a shame I’d never erase

The blizzard played its blues outside

While vodka’s heat was hard to hide

Mayonnaise dripped on the floor

I grabbed at you, so bold, much more

Everything drowned in drunken haze

Dull and hollow, lost in a maze

The glass of vodka still remained

February stronger than “Our Father” proclaimed

Leps and Pasternak fused as one

In a bottle, winter fun

From corner drafts to lustful fire

Wings of temptation lifting higher

The chaos of the night and snow

A drunken scene we all well know

The glass still stood, the snow still fell

A February tale, a twisted spell

And in that haze, the poets blend

Leps and Pasternak, right to the end