TRIPLE BLESSED - Нас Учат
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They taught me a lot at school:
During drill training
Walk wider
To be strong,
Love Russia,
In squalid offices
Breathe dust

Outdated educational model
A frightening shape, between the bookshelves
Prussian system, heading for the bottom again
Slavic ornament decorates the canvas

We all must honor the memory of our ancestors -
We praise the emperor of a non-existent country,
Or maybe Lenin and Stalin, depending on your luck
“The people need a leader, that’s how our people are”

School is an aggressive environment
The same as the streets, entrances and prison
Submit or you will have to submit
Teacher and student in eternal confrontation

Soviet education - a great loss?
We reap the same method
Carrot and stick
Instead of Marxism-Leninism -
Aggressive Putinism
And the prism scatters again
Knowledge is the light coming from

Talented heads
Teachers
Those who have made a career
Below ideas
Those who went to teach not because
What did the ped finish?
And certainly not because there is no work

Personnel flow away like corpses along the Yenisei
Russian science is again suffering losses
What to do? Who to believe?
Save more money on education

Admit it, if you could, you would apply for a visa
Not because the Western mentality is close,
Not because I wanted to betray my homeland,
But because you are afraid,
You're stupidly afraid

Bloody repression?
They will come later
Putin? Hardly
You grew up with him
Being left without money is the worst thing
Diploma from a Russian university - an air mattress in a storm

Corruption, corruption again -
Everything is for sale
Textbooks, exam,
Education even
However, the future of one’s own country
We'll save money on it, we don't care about it

Silent cripples teach us
Line up according to orders,
To receive pennies in the future,
Becoming a gluing together of homeless people sitting on a bench.

Something is wrong - the bonds and foundations are creaking,
Like nails in the feet of barefoot guys
We're fed up with the gods and the powers that be
Our souls have long been scattered in corners

Torn apart by our inaction and action
I kiss the butt crosses at school
We allow ourselves to be lowered into the rider's position,
As if expecting good deeds from the governor
Education didn't give us a damn thing!
It feels like a poker in the ass

And a thick hand reached out to his face,
Hitting with a machine gun to kill for sure
Without feeling the ridge, we dig under ourselves
To warm idiots
Lighting a big fire
We understand
Where does our self crack?
Gritting his teeth, inflicting blows on himself with a whip
I hate books and thoughts
I'm reading notes
About the hidden meaning

My years are gold and a fallen check,
It’s a pity that in you I only see Kolchak
We are all frozen in the Soviet freezer,
Holding the innocent “Murzilka” with rotten teeth

Brace yourself, buddy, it's just a hitch.
And the broken record will come to an end

Trillions of rubles turned to dust
Paralyzed teachers to lose their last pennies fear
They will throw in votes without hesitation
New reforms portend collapse

Uneducated teachers form a generation
Government agency kills self-expression
Others' fate is like gunpowder burning out
For others - a leisurely flow

Ideology subjugates thinking
Managers are dissatisfied with the train of thought
A smart person will not fight for the sake of a tyrant
Dying in a trench surrounded by fog

A smart person will ask awkward questions
You can't force him to believe in your predictions.

Who have learned to vote with their feet?
Benefit society abroad
But the state doesn't care about that
Their place will be taken by migrants from the CIS,
And you will continue to be hatefully silent

With such an education you cannot create something new.
And every day the stars are further away
And it was not possible to curb the technology inherited
Endless upgrades are a proven remedy here

No one thought to create - the brain is only determined to sell
Have time to grab forests, lands and raw materials during your lifetime
Don't think about others, because you are alone
What will you take with you to the sarcophagus: a limousine or an armful of ballerinas?

Well, fools of all stripes are just like the electorate before
Forget everything, throw it and trample it
Take the books, give me the machine gun
Forget about literacy, learn to kill