Текст песни Александр И. Прокопович - И у врачей бывает праздник...

And the doctors there is a feast
When the patient comes to the banquet
Prokapat and so ridiculous
Muttering strange words
He was so helpless and yet
Help him perhaps too,
That's a pity the prime minister to the president
Treat will not ever ...

When returning from anesthesia
And sigh without making machine
The patient carefully sewn
He does not understand anything
Surgeons will replace nurses
Thundering wheels rolling
But at this moment, these surgeons
There was nobody happier ...

Sharimsya precincts where smoke ofigevshie,
But, all the same to other people's misfortunes are not hardened
Trying to think, Mnemonic patients with stomach
And surprised that the patient is not a miser ...

And so it is keen on peace ...
Without waiting for the heat of summer
The fire in the forest and the smell of pine needles
And Disabled Phone
Sitting in a tent on the river
Mityaevskie strumming songs
And so premero Presidents
With me they sang in unison.

Sharimsya precincts where smoke ofigevshie,
But, all the same to other people's misfortunes are not hardened
Trying to think, Mnemonic patients with stomach
And surprised that the patient is not a miser ...

When the heyday of the sun east,
It goes permanently
As both of our presidents
Or the prime minister, all evil!
We enjoy life,
To appreciate the happy moments,
And to believe that in this world
We are not bums, and not zero!

Sharimsya precincts where smoke ofigevshie,
But, all the same to other people's misfortunes are not hardened
Trying to think, Mnemonic patients with stomach
And wonder that a patient lives ...