Текст песни IT Songs - Пьяный программист

You pour vodka
And you dilute with beer
You just forget what you are doing.
And these 300 grams for a simple programmer,
Gives tanker armor, and hedgehog intelligence.

It starts - suddenly the monitor explodes,
And the letters crumble and fall on the table
And the printer is swearing
And the drive bites
And this is called - you invented the virus.

But it's not scary
And in a hand-to-hand battle,
Fight the virus with the format,
All wounds will go away during the night,
And you wake up early
But you don't sit down at the computer when you're drunk!