Текст песни Финальная песня - Господа педагоги

Lord teachers! Tense nerves
I'll tune the guitar and I’ll sing a song for you
How to solve problems, and teaching children.
You are growing your shift for the homeland.
Gentlemen, teachers! Do not hurt your soul. Distrust of evil unkind people.
It’s not for the sake of salary, the one that is only for tights,
 You stand for hours at the blackboard.

Chorus: Educators, educators!
You are on the doorstep
 Breaking the door
with universal evil.
 God grant you patience
Sentiment and luck
Resist a tough fight to break.

Verse: Gentlemen, educators! share your soul
And the ability to become worthy in life.
What can you do if in our sinful country
Alas, few people want to become a teacher.
Do not leave you from school, because you can’t leave
Our adult babies that became relatives
Do not live without tricks, sometimes even evil,
Firmly believing in luck and in our children.

Chorus: Educators, educators!
 You are on the doorstep
 Breaking the door
 with universal evil.
God grant you patience
Sentiment and luck
Resist a tough fight to break.