Текст песни Батька - Namarie

One of the two songs about school.

TAKEN FROM "BEFORE THE SCHOOL (EP-2007)"

Sadness torments my soul:
I loved the geography so
But maral leaves us
Without 11th grade ...

I cry at night
Bloody tears
Himself tormented himself
I rusty knives.

We will live without maral this time
Without confiscations of the Zhwachki we
With foam at the mouth, we are all squeezing: "Namarie!"

We will live without maral this time
Without confiscations of the Zhwachki we
With foam at the mouth, we are all squeezing: "Namarie!"

I believe: she will come back
I believe she will not quit us,
From time to Pucin will be saved
And ten times everyone will ask

I believe: everything will be cool,
And in hell of Zhvachek, she will get
If a bucket and other dishes
We will throw it in it.

We will live without maral this time
Without her there will be grade 11,

We will live without maral this time
Without her there will be grade 11,

We will live without maral this time
Without confiscations of the Zhwachki we
With foam at the mouth, we are all squeezing: "Namarie!"