Текст песни Григорий Данской - Филологическим

Colleagues, here lives a poet
Lives without purpose and without a case
There is a lot of spirit, little body,
He is a studied object.

While he is, while alive,
While has legs-hands,
Then displacing it -
Particularly valuable for science.

For the scalpel! Yes, annals
Your inspired epicris.
And semantic analysis
Open the door to us in paradise.

Where extra, apparently,
No and the space is open
Where the poet and muse
Like Gerasim and Mummy.

Oh how old the landscape is spoken
Philological gaze.
No longer life but wissen shaft
And not love, and CONA MORA.

Colleagues, here the poet lives.
But who without us he? -Spingalet.