Текст песни подарки - Московские математические олимпиады

When I was a little boy
I often participated in contests,
It's not that I'm a nerd
It just worked out by itself.

Burned out, painted and sculpted,
The teachers were glad to tears
But most of all I loved
Yes, most of all I loved
Moscow Mathematical O-O-Olympiads.

My name hit the news.
The ranks of teachers were raised.
And even my photos
The girls sculpted to the inner walls of the pencil cases.

Multiplied, subtracted and divided.
There were an avalanche of prizes and awards.
But most of all I loved
Yes, most of all I loved
Moscow Mathematical O-O-Olympiads.

School years are wonderful.
Ended up quickly enough.
And rectors of the best universities in the world
They opened their arms before me.

I heard they said "Das East Wunda Kind!"
I heard, but did not understand what it meant.
I did what I loved
I just did what I loved - Solve problems!

At the most prestigious department
I defended myself in two months.
And academician Kuritsyn himself
Hearing my report, turned pale
And then he drank from a decanter for a long time.

At eighteen he became a professor
I don’t understand what this is for.
I'd rather just decide
I'd better decide as before
Moscow Mathematical Olympiads.

And not knowing where to go next,
I sent my mind to the universe
And using the Kronecker symbol
Reduced it to an equation of three trivial inequalities.

I understood everything, I don't sleep anymore,
This world is chaos and clownery
There's only one thing I still love
Only one thing I love madly:
Moscow mathematical o-o-o.
Moscow mathematical o-o-o.
Moscow mathematical o-o-o.
Moscow Mathematical O-O-O-Olympiads.

// Hmm. And my universe has been reduced to a role-playing game with endless possibilities and inexhaustible resources, in which you can either be blunt or develop in the direction of an infinitely distant ideal. Apparently, my passion for philosophy, games and computer science Olympiads allowed me to avoid the mistakes of this mathematician and calculate a winning strategy to achieve an optimal result at any time after the currently unknown date of universal philosophical awareness, when the world will get rid of the chaos in the brains and of clowns.