Текст песни Руслан Руф - Последний врач

Who will raise the fate of someone throw in the dirt,
And life in a mad race hurtles forward at a gallop.
But one day comes the same day and hour,
When you meet the last in the life of a doctor.

CHORUS:
The last doctor (4 times)

There autopsy room spacious and bright.
There will be positioned carefully on the dissecting table.
They all leave dusty rags under the table
And to you naked, with a smile he walked.

CHORUS.

Here it breaks ribs, that's a crock saws ...
Here are pieces of bodies. An analysis of their complex.
You would have to examine in detail could not
In life, no one is the best diagnostician.

SOLO

Your corpse bustles tattered rags,
And his head stitched up, and sew the stomach and chest,
Relatives gather for the funeral table
A morgue accompanies other final journey ...

CHORUS.