Текст песни Юрий Тюрганов и Никита Поповский - Девушка-филолог

I am in life, like a cage instead of a beast entered,
I was at the bottom of the dandelion of dandelions,
When mom ran with a swap circus
Sold his theatrical novel exorns,
But she came in her head fog
And a coat settled in my closet.

Chorus 2 times:
Philologist girl, girl philologist
The girl-philologist-girl of my dreams.

2
Behind her, my immortality is in a jamb,
When I inadvertently beat the hammer on the fingers
In my hearts I compose poems, standing on a stool.
For her and Annushka, he took the oil,
Having said: "Comrade Karenin, it's time to the station."
So far, he burned his term on the stairwell.

Chorus (2 times)

3
Architectural is on, people, like before a window
Fall to the hands of the wanders of their son,
Baba Nastya has long died, the House of Culture is destroyed.
Whatever the view, the postcard, one is dead souls!