Текст песни Бездомный бог - Без названия

On the French side ,
On an alien planet
I have to learn
At the university .

Until then , I miss -
Do not say the words .
Cry, dear friends ,
Bitter tears .

In parting, shake
We are each other hands
And leave his father's house
Martyr of science.

Here I stand , hold the paddle ,
A moment later, it turned its back .
Heart poor cramped
Grief and sadness .

Softly splashing water,
Blue Ribbon .
remember sometimes
your student

Many winters and many years
We lived together,
Retaining the holy vow
Loyalty and honor .

Well, so be the same , always
Alive and well !
I believe the day will come when
We see each other again.

You all gather together ,
If in a foreign land
I happen to die
From its Latin.

If you do not drive crazy
Romans and Greeks ,
compose a volume
For the library.

If those professors ,
That students are taught
Unfortunate schoolboy
Death not zamuchat ,

If death is not upyus
On drunken revels,
Will definitely return
To you, my friends , girlfriends !

Here I stand , hold the paddle ,
A moment later, it turned its back .
Heart poor cramped
Grief and sadness .

Softly splashing water,
Blue Ribbon .
remember sometimes
Your student .