Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - Дяденька инструктор

Uncle Instructor
You do not frighten us,
You are so great,
You have - one.
Uncle Instructor
You do not abuse us,
Instead we beer
You do not give!

Uncle Instructor
You are so loved,
As the father of my dear
Or even the mother.
And until his death,
Uncle Instructor
We will of course
You remember.

From warm beds,
In the cold, the cold,
Morning exercise
Sadizm abominable,
And then on the slopes,
On heavy mountain
With backpacks - weights
Oh, the struggle for life.

As you have been tortured,
You torture us,
As fear p'otom
We ran pot'om.
Do you have a mother?
I think - perhaps,
I think - you've found
Somewhere near the hill!

Uncle Instructor
We're just boimsi:
Cats, bots, slopes
And, of course, you.
But current weather -
That would end the permit,
Here then you realize
What does it mean to torment us!