Текст песни Александр И. Прокопович - И у врачей бывает праздник...

And the doctors there is a feast
When the patient comes to the banquet
Prokapat and so ridiculous
Muttering strange words
He was so helpless and yet
To help him, too, perhaps,
That's a pity the prime minister with President
Treat'll never ...

When returning from narcosis
And without making a sigh apparatus
Sick sewn neatly
He does not understand anything
Surgeons will replace nurses
Rattling wheels rolling
But at this moment, these surgeons
Happier no one ...

Sharimsya precincts where smoke ofigevshie,
But, all the same to other people's misfortunes are not hardened
We are trying to think, Mnemonic in patients with stomach
And surprised that the patient is not a miser ...

And so it is keen on peace ...
Without waiting for the heat of summer
The fire in the forest and the smell of pine needles
And, disconnected phone
Sitting in a tent on the river
Mityaevskie strumming songs
And so premero Presidents
With me they were singing in unison.

Sharimsya precincts where smoke ofigevshie,
But, all the same to other people's misfortunes are not hardened
We are trying to think, Mnemonic in patients with stomach
And surprised that the patient is not a miser ...

When east heyday of the sun,
It goes permanently
As both our President
Or the prime minister, all evil!
We will enjoy life
To appreciate the happy moments,
And to believe that in this world
We are not homeless and not zero!

Sharimsya precincts where smoke ofigevshie,
But, all the same to other people's misfortunes are not hardened
We are trying to think, Mnemonic in patients with stomach
And surprised that the patient lives ...