Текст песни Валерий Ременюк - Биссектриса

In the corner of the cypress, in fact, in the shade,
Bescasektris vocabotes.
- Oh, I'm a different circle! I am not a cham ball!
What can I do this angle in half?

Managed to sharpen on bold things
Bissectrice escaped, left without an angle.
But gossip flies that allegedly she
In the circumference of the neighboring diameter of the wife.

Lives with a smile proud in the outdoor side.
Now he is called the chord and happy quite.
And I sit down, not the Justice, away from Bissectris,
In the corner of orphaned unfortunate cypress.

I drink tea from Barbaris, and the heart is just trash! -
broken by bisector, like an angle, in half.
All as if in the fog and shadow temple ...
Like a median - hang on an hour!