Марат Нигматулин - Намывание островов (СИ)

In dark material you sleep,

Your spirit dead in awful deep.

God, save the president!

Эта моя версия гимна России, который, как мне считается, должен звучать на английском языке, на языке интернационала, дабы быть понятным всем народам мира.

(На музыку «God, save the queen!».)

God, save us president,

Padre of government.

Present him greatest health,

For the work most intense,

Victory in the wars,

Ruled on ground and on mars,

Righting us many years,

True and proud many slaves.

Right take us president,

He make huge us the land,

Stand us throne century,

Symbol of liberty.

Strong stand his throne,

(Далее музыка «Славься, славься...».)

And president us – all the people patron!

Your throne – is the best in the world of thrones,

You ruled of the us, of the all warriors!

Viva, viva, us president,

Viva you favorite us motherland,

And in every century us the strong

My great fatherland with the history long.

Viva, viva, us president,

Viva you favorite us motherland,

And in every century us the strong

My great fatherland with the history long.

The ode to beer.

All people love a walks to bar,

In mountains and on the mar

We love the beer in older time,

And will love children you and mine.

In German the best in the world engineers,

Because the every morning they drinking the beers

For all the world they very need,

So, only they can the machine complete.

Strong beer have hit to brain,

But life the sunny, not the rain.

All world with beer became to color,

But beer without life it’s horror.

This only test, the lucky test,

Who drink the beer, that is the best.

By when the beer is brown,

He have a lucky double.

The best a land it’s Bayern land,

All people then is very mad,

Because the best beer in the world from Munch-town.

With beer minds go to down.

Not Bayern beer the best in world,

The beer from Klin the more the strong,

The very honey beer from Klin,

For president, for folk, for him!

Anthem of the school number 737.

(Поется на мелодию «Песня Хорста Весселя»).

Standards in sky!

In beautiful colones

Students marching by

And angels now returns.

Colones long

Marching to ave and streets,

And scholars our strong,

Write on historic sheets.

To us with hope

Seen men millions,

And president, and Pope,

When marching now colons.

All enemies runs,

When march colons on town,

To sun we raise the hands,

And solar lights fall on the form of brown.

The banner fly,

And many, many lads,

From hearth to sky,

Throw now they hands,

And march again to attack,

By all the lands,

And anthem again truck,

And students again stands.

Anthem of the school number 1497.

(Поется на мелодию «Взвейтесь кострами, синие ночи...».)

Singing, singing,

Play at the silver fanfares,

Living, living

For at the glory fathers!

Studying, studying,

Ruler have proud to our,

Writing, writing,

Working at every hour!

Striking, striking,

Attack to enemy-obscure,

Working, working,

For science brith and pure!

Happing, happing,

We at the Eton cooler,

Stamping, stamping,

Viva to our schooler!

Marching, marching,

Leader to give as an order,

Moving, moving,

Out to our border!

Cat in plane.

I have big from Egypt cat,

Cat was terribly and bad,

He so very like to drink,

And in plane, without beer,

Cat become to mad, don’t think,

And he run us hit peer,

On the me in minute jump,

Oh, what was I dumb!

Конец.