Текст песни Зиновий Гердт - Жил один студент на факультете

There was one student at the faculty
He dreamed of a personal career
About personal career, about the wife of the capital
But I didn’t get into graduate school.

If you don’t go to graduate school, foolishly,
Pack your travel suitcase
Hug dad, kiss mom
And take a ticket to Magadan.

The road to Magadan is not far
For half a year the train will take
Pick up a shack, get a guitar
And start calculating your income.

Nice flowers in Magadan
Even better girls in Moscow
Because your wife stock up in advance
Or you will hang yourself in anguish.

Years of life flew by quickly
Youth remained all in the snow
An old engineer with a thick suitcase
You will return to Moscow with the money.

But no one will meet on the platform
And the wife will not go to the station
With a young lieutenant, she fled along the way
He is probably a general.

You will take a taxi to the Metropol
You will drink brandy and eat sprats
And when by midnight you'll be very drunk
You will begin to treat students.

You will cry drunk tears
And read Yesenin’s poems
Remember student with different eyes
What could become your wife.

You're alone now in a drunken stupor (in rhyme: drunken stupor)
Youth remained all in the snow.
You will not warm your soul with expensive raglan
You can’t hide gray hair on your temples.