Текст песни Севастопольский вальс - Считалочка Зиночки

From grief almost crying -
All night bison problem.
I write, I write tirelessly dictation.
But the science is fading,
When talking Immortal,
When it is first lieutenant.

I decide essay
I compose equations
I forget emotion,
How Napoleon lived,
Who - Onegin who - Pechorin,
Where the Coral Sea,
How many feet from ciliates,
And where flows the Don.

I can see how in the battle
I got it in the environment,
It should be in a deadly ring of fire!
I can see how the shells
Flying, lie side by side,
And it is with a smile on his face!

And the square of the hypotenuse,
And prepositions, and conjunctions,
And Suvorov and Kutuzov -
All merged into a terrible darkness.
All sciences are killed,
All tulips are dying -
Heart girl's suffering
According to you, Don sailor!