ANTHEM OF EXPLOSIVE EXPERTS.
Words by A.Yu. Semenov
EXPLOSION EXPERTS' ANTHEM
Here's a grenade lying on the table,
We need to disassemble it,
But we want to live so much, guys,
However, we must begin.
The fuse has worked, that's the concern,
There are about three seconds left to live,
That will be work for colleagues
To scrape the remains off the walls.
The fuse is hissing, where can we go?
A fan of shrapnel will fly,
He wanted to get under the steel safe,
But there's another one already sitting there.
The blast wave will wake up at once
The laboratory's peace
And the window panes with a ringing sound
They'll raise a toast «For the repose of the soul!»
The boss won't be found for a long time
How to announce the death,
The wife will start convulsing,
How can she live with the children without a husband?!
The fuse hissed, but didn't explode,
It's time to fill the glasses,
Since you've kissed death,
You'll have to wash your pants.
And again there's a grenade on the table,
And again we need to sort it out,
But I want to live so much, guys,
However, we must begin.
Editor's note: performed to the tune of “The blank banged on the tank…”