Подарки - Московские математические олимпиады - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When I was a little boy,

I often participated in contests,

Not that I was a botany,

Just somehow succeeded.

Survived, painted and looked,

Teachers to tears were glad

But most of all I loved,

Yes, I loved most

Moscow Mathematical O-O-Olympiad.

My name fell into news.

Discharge teachers raised.

And even my photos

Girls looked to the inner walls of the pencils.

Moved, read and divided.

Waving prizes and rewards.

But most of all I loved,

Yes, I loved most

Moscow Mathematical O-O-Olympiad.

School years are wonderful.

Rather quickly ended.

And rectors of the best universities in the world

In front of me opened his arms.

I heard, they spoke "Das East Woodov Kynd!"

I heard, but did not understand what it means.

I did what I loved

Just did what I loved - solved the tasks!

On the most prestigious department

I defended in two months.

And Academician Kuritsyn himself

Hearing my report turned pale

And then drank for a long time.

In eighteen professor became

I do not understand why it is necessary.

It's better if I just decided

Better yet I decided

Moscow Mathematical Olympics.

And not knowing where to move further,

I sent my mind into the universe

And using a krakeker symbol

It reduced her to the equation of three trivial inequalities.

I understood everything, I no longer sleep,

This world is chaos and clown

Only one thing I still love the same,

Only one thing I lovefully love:

Moscow mathematical oh-oh.

Moscow mathematical oh-oh.

Moscow mathematical oh-oh.

Moscow Mathematical O-O-O-Olympiad.

//HM. And my universe was driving to a role-playing game with endless possibilities and inexhaustible resources, in which you can or pull, or develop in the direction of an infinitely remote ideal. Apparently, my passion for philosophy, games and competitions on computer science allowed me to avoid mistakes of this mathematics and calculate the victory strategy to achieve an optimal result at any time after the current date of the universal philosophical awareness at the moment, when the world will get rid of chaos in brains and clowns.