Текст песни Леонид Сергеев - Посвящение стоматологу

Eh, my destiny, destiny is a splinter of eternity!
Guess the good dentist on my teeth ...
The boron machine will hum, the unfortunate mouth will spit,
Tell me the truth, does he love or does not love?

From birth thirty-two, but eight in life,
Winter took me away through summer into autumn ...
I will cut a Christmas tree out of rough cardboard,
With my toothless gums, I will quietly click ...

And again I'll start from scratch, eternal and carefree ...
I will become very kind ...
After all, there is nothing to bite with!