Текст песни Ю.Друнина - Бинты

The eyes of the fighter with tears are nalite,
He is lying, flavored and white,
And I have to have grown bandages
From him to rip in one movement bold.
One movement - so taught us.
One movement - only in this pity ...
But having met with a look of terrible eyes,
I did not decide on the movement.
On the bandage I generously peroxide lila
Trying to pump it without pain.
And Feldsheritsa became evil
And repeated: "Mount to me with you!
So with each ceremony - trouble.
And he only add flour. "
But wounded methyl always
Get into my slow hands.
No need to tear the surprised bandages,
When they can be removed almost without pain.
I understood it, you will understand ...
How is it a pity that the science of kindness
You can not learn how to learn at school!