Текст песни Птицу ЕМЪ - Подробности о Школьной Жизни

Details on school life regularly heard from five years ago and came to the conclusion that I do not want to go there
The older guys from the yard buzzed my ears, from their parting words it only got worse for me

The school is great!
School is super! & Quot; - I heard from my mother, picking a spoon in the soup
She painted to me on obsolete youth slang,
How to ride and play at break.
I understand everything, mom, maybe it was, but after all, from my acquaintances at school, no one catches a buzz. It's simple, Mom, you have selective memory, but whatever it is, Mom, do not soar me

There, the teachers are despotic, imperious, unventilated classrooms, the toilet is covered with unprintable words,
our neighbor Bora on the physical-ridge broke,
Our neighbor Vanya snapped at the top of his head,
Denis was clamped in blood to the blood between the desks.
I would like to share their joy with such games, but I'm not having fun. Explain what is there prikol?
I do not burn with the desire to prolong the time to spend, dress up as a bear at the New Year party,
I am also not pleased with the prospect of being hit by Farid Mudarisych, a Trudovik-Tatar.
They say that he is a good man, but he is very religious -
in matters of prayers and rituals is exact.
Maybe right in the middle of the lesson, sit on the rug for prayer, all who laugh will be beaten by them.
And the teacher, by draft, thumps, it seems,
and the geographer, the guys say, smears mustard.
Why mustard and in what places - I will not guess,
but agree for an adult man whim strange

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The school is a breeding ground for debauchery,
the receptacle of vice.
I want to wash with soap after each lesson,
exactly, a breeding ground of vice,
the container of debauchery,
all the courtyard boys say: "no-no, do not."
Do not go there & quot ;.
And I believe them, Mom
A brand new school satchel with tears I'm measuring, Mom
The first day of study is closer with every minute, but I'm not at all happy about this fact for some reason I

In the kindergarten, where I went more than a year, I realized that I was the child of another tribe and family.
Fall asleep in a quiet hour or learning songs, I realized how disgusted my peers are.
To rhythm lessons, yawned,
in every possible way made it clear:
& quot; I despise you & quot ;.
every sucker dreamed of being forced into friends, but among this the rabble did not find normal boys
already then I doubted the charm of such gatherings, there's no sense in it,
only your nerves spoil yourself
every day from year to year a faceless, dull herd.
Maybe someone there and is torn, but I do not need it. Ten years will be spent on a very dubious tusu.
Become the same as they are - I'm afraid of it.
I really would not like to become like a wretched wench, that they would look at me as if on an equal footing
To rejoice in the change of the allegedly heavenly manna,
and cribs hide in a specially made pocket,
inflate with a friend for the contents of the pencil case, while some old scum does not break your spine

Couples go to the dining room
what hawat? carrion there
and into the basin deep down to the waist
Himself and swim there

Invariably I hear, applying for advice to the boys: "Do not go there";
And I believe them, Mom

Chorus.

Do you remember how your mother brought you to school?
Do you remember your first lesson? Lesson.
Meet the Teacher
Gentle and kind, which at times was and is strict. Yes, he was strict.
Acquaintance with the teacher,
gentle and kind, which at times was strict
And do you remember how the first time you fell in love
to the girl with whom he sat next
Who first explained in love
In the eyes of her, timidly, watched. Yes, I did.
Which for the first time in love explained.
In the eyes of her, timidly, watched. Yes, I did.

Chorus.