Текст песни Физтех-песня Исполнение 1996г. - Подводная лодка

Shining bright red star
On my greasy forage cap.
Somewhere there is a large city,
Well, I'm sitting in a submarine.
Somewhere disco till the morning,
Girls walking on the streets ...
And I have a torpedo tube
I like them at the shooting range amusing.

Clothing - shabby c / b,
In the bosom spoon for dinner ...
I sit in an iron pipe,
I drive a fuse in the torpedo.

Slow down to the bottom
Cruiser with the Stars and Stripes -
It can be removed cinema
Maybe just the way it should be.
Above me the NATO tow
Their throats bursting radio operators
And the aircraft carrier "Tennessee"
I did yesterday submarine.

And somewhere in a distant country
On the other side of the ocean,
For remote control - a fellow student,
It does not pass the college of the mat.

I really need a vacation to get -
Two weeks minus the way home.
Can me someone to knock out,
And then to come to his aid?
I feel that I was not promoted,
Yearn for their friends,
I put the letter in a rocket,
You fly, you fly to his native home.

Tarsier - my native town,
A service - the price paid for the courage,
A button is a pretty one,
Make the most of the house is not sung.