Текст песни Сергей Котлов - 11 Реаниматолог

Shard Savior

Nice my friend
When choosing classes
For some reason, chose the saddest thing of all.
Savior Shard
He - resuscitator .
His cynical jokes , sometimes inappropriately laugh

He is not in the sky soars
He is on the ground and knows
As there is a shell and filling all the people
What to do if nails -
Of us ( to pinch the nostrils )
It is clear - do not get shitty nails

Want incisors jabbing ,
His sculpture carve
After all, it is hard work to surpass bee
When , almost whimpering ,
He , for the few thousand ,
Saves mortal body , though it's useless

Too bad his work sad
Not initially appreciate :
Blyudut their rulers kopilochku - pig
All of them would have to carve
For those few thousand
That my friend is spending carefully and only family

Or maybe the way it should ,
That he did not expect a reward -
the dubious benefit of his heroic Affairs
then one can argue ,
yet God , have mercy ,
Tanat wing cold we did not personally touched

13.05.11