Текст песни Греков и Семячков - По утрам в автобусах

In the morning a trolley pushed fun,
From the crowd with briefcases laughter is heard.
How it's nice that the driver declares:
"The next stop will Polytech".

There was a session of snow on the roof melts,
And uchebke music, not teormeh.
And Dean, frowning angrily declares:
"It's not like Herzen, it Polytech".

How long will I remember the night of raschёtkami,
How long will I remember Fizmeh, electromechanical.
Will I live for weeks even, odd ...
What did you old Polytech with me?

In the morning a trolley pushed fun,
From the crowd with briefcases laughter is heard.
Still nice that the driver declares:
"The next stop will Polytech".