Factory Number 3.
Today, I write about ordinary workers.
These guys work all day at Factory Number 3. They hit hard on metal.
This is hard work. Sometimes, they feel like everything is for nothing.
But, then the radio turns on. And the guys, filled with joy, work at the speed of light.
The cute music of young female singers.
The whole factory sings along. Even the manager.
Now, in center of the factory, there are statues of these girls made of the finest metals.
And at night, the guys dream of love.
Until I write about ordinary factory guys again,
-Retard
