Текст песни 12 стульев - ПЕСНЯ НА ДЕНЬ МЕДСЕСТРЫ

1) No, we do not cry and do not cry
His work very adore
Our life is not a game, people will always save
Work to make better than yesterday.

And before whom we apologize?
Treat patients - we will not be able to refuse.
And is our talent and our sincere heat
Do not deserve a modest fee?

Chorus:

Let the microbes of iodine die
And let them pass as soon as possible.
Whitewash robe is my such medical
On the background of hospital lights!

2) and in the operlock which charm
Appendix cut and here is almost not used!
Eagle eyes, head, elegant turn,
And right in the hands of the scalpel goes to us!

Oh, enjoyment, treat sick to us
Zr "Angels, we fight with death,
We leave our sins for the time being
You will appreciate the beauty of the struggle!

Chorus:

3) here again siren is heard from the ambulance,
For us, of course, it's not easy.
And it may very much that the patient is a little alive,
Here in the therapy the path is lying.

But therapy was not there it was!
After all, the patient has an asistolia,
Resuscitation will return a sick life,
He will continue to live and do not truck!

Edited Sazanov song Mikhail, 201 group