Текст песни Трудовик - Песня учителя

I want to tell about such work
I hide it all is not used to
I am not a cop, not an actor, not Fizruk, not a biologist.
I'm a man - a man of labor

I smell in the workshop with glue and chips
I can make stool
I cut my fingers, but I made an inlet
Your mother for 70 years
I cut my fingers, but I made an inlet
Your mother for 70 years

And let them say that I am alcoholic
What let me go early
I also zehoz and my name is Tolik
There are no closed doors for me.

I am in love very much in our technical
I am preparing a surprise today
I stand under the priest, from the styrovation of the clove
I will execute any your whim

We melt with you in the dark corridors
The smell of chlorks will disappear for a moment
I am not a cop, not an actor, not Fizruk, not a biologist.
I'm a man - a man of labor
I am not a cop, not an actor, not Fizruk, not a biologist.
I'm a man - a man of labor