Текст песни Игорь Переверзев - На Пирогова

I sat down on the window
And I look out on the street -
Lights are stolen
In a cigarette cloud.

And on Pirogov, the spring gomon comes again,
And on the puddles of dirty flogs of girls of different.
And on Pirogova, my city is three thousand fate
And huge pines evergreen, eternal.

They say that in the Arctic
The climate does not change.
How are people there are about -
Poor polar kits!

And on Pirogov, the spring gomon comes again,
And on the puddles of dirty flogs of girls of different.
And on Pirogova, my city is three thousand fate
And huge pines evergreen, eternal.

Here is our univer worth
Strict and attentive.
They say that there is no
University Alma Marters.

And on Pirogov, the spring gomon comes again,
And on the puddles of dirty flogs of girls of different.
And on Pirogova, my city is three thousand fate
And huge pines evergreen, eternal.

Note: The third verse was not part of the author's version of the song and is a later insertion.