Домисолька - Школьное попурри - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1. The letters are different to write with a thin feather in a notebook at school, taught at school, taught at school. To subtract and multiply, they are not taught kids at school, taught at school, taught at school. To subtract and multiply, they are not taught kids at school, taught at school, taught at school. 2. For some reason, we have become more and more, now at school the first class like an institute. The teacher is asking us with the X -ksi task, the candidate of sciences and he cries over the task. Either there will still be, or it will still be, or it will still, oh-oh-oh. 3. Above us, the sun is not a life, but grace to those who are responsible for us to understand for us, to those who are responsible for us for a long time It's time to understand, we are small children, we want to walk and we tell us that the cattle is shorter than the hypotenuse, and I tell you - enough, I'm tired of this scorge. La la la la la la la la, the hypotenuse, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, I was tired of this burden. Taking soaring above the spruce, not knowing the barriers, the winged swings fly, fly, fly. 5. Twice two, two twice two four, all this is known in the whole world twice two, two two twice two, two, all the world knows the world two twice two twice two two -two and not three, and not five, you need to know twice two twice two -two and not six, and not six And not seven this is clear to all 6. To calculate the path of the star and dilute the gardens and tame the typhoon everything can be magic, I have a diploma only that the omnipotent magician only on paper: the teachers spent time with me for nothing. The most skilled magician was tormented with me, yes-yes-yes-yes, I listened to inattentively, everything that I did, I did it somehow 7. On the French side, I have to study at a foreign planet at the university. How long I am not to say in words. Cry cute friends with bitter tears. In farewell, we will put our hands on each other and leave the father of the house martyr of science. I’m standing, I hold the oar, after a moment I will desperate. The poor heart brought sorrow and sadness. The water, blue tape splashes softly. Sometimes recall your student on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-water water, blue tape. Remember your student sometimes