Текст песни Владимир Маслов - Улица Лукьянова - остановка МИХМ

In the morning the bus great hustle,

And the crowd noise and the familiar jokes.

How is pleased to announce that the driver:

& quot; Street Lukyanov. Stop MIHM & quot ;.

 

There comes a session. Snow on the roof melts.

Rather than formulas music noise in my head,

And Dean, frowning severely says:

& quot; This is not Gnesinka it, brothers, MIHM! & quot;

 

The joys and sorrows of the night on projects

We are into old age to remember them.

Someone became a designer, and someone became a director,

Each heart proudly wears the name MIHM!

 

Still in great jostle the bus,

And the crowd with briefcases jokes and noise,

But look, still the driver announces:

& quot; Street Lukyanov. Stop MIHM! & Quot;