Текст песни Господа Инженеры - Господа Инженеры

Gentlemen Engineers, on shaky nerves,
Gripping the caliper in my hand, I sing this song.
Those who lived on canned food, not sparing their stomachs,
Who on the fingers considers his salary.
Those who survived in the hostel on Mivin and Maggi
Who did not run to the girls, but taught sopromat.
I sing to the engineers who did not spare the lead
That they are standing over the whatman forever, bending over.
Engineers, engineers, in sweaters and pullovers
To work on Sunday at six in the morning
Engineers, engineers, you suffer without measure
For 100 hryvnias, for 120, what for?
Engineers, engineers - fashion designers mechanisms,
Integrals you take to the end.
Engineers, we are one, Ukraine hasn’t died yet,
Let hearts resonate today.