ХА-ХА, а вот и нет, текст на английском. Извините меня, пожалуйста. Once upon a time at lecture at the college In a state might be described "as always lulled, I sleep", Apparently tired of learning some new knowledge I've almost seen up to the culmination of my dream. Suddenly a voice has forced its way thru air, Sounds have been going headfirst up to me, Unanswerable question at last has reached my ear And roused me once again, as it doubtless had to be. I've tried to clean my mind up, hardly finding answer In deeply buried nooks, hidden in my brain. Why walls around 'em often remind that sneaky cancer, Which, seemingly destroyed, returns with sudden pain. You sit and curse a lecturer, your memory and whole day. You're, motherfucker, lucky if you ain't asked at this time. One never knows who's next, so keep your mind wide opened. This is what we get when everyone gets primed. Another question, but I have no answer; I hide my eyes in table, I ain't guilty, master, I dunno the answer, please, don’t ask me, master; I want me disappeared, leaving only costume. Master angers, but still cold and calm; I’m in nervous, dreading, drying sweaty palms; I can’t say a word, feeling only lump In my throat, it’s stuck; it makes me dumb, And even if I know it I cannot say this, Cuz whatever I say is wrong, at least she says it is. I’m confused; all I feel is like I’m lost in da mist; I’ve forgotten what I ain't known ever; I missed, So I sit at my desk, think and pray in the sky, “God, help me! Where are you when I need you…. Oh, hi, Please, give me some knowledge, cuz if you don’t, I’ma die…. I’m sorry; I finish cuz I’m asked, yo, bye-bye…” Ooh, tortured… wish I would notch that. The safety ring claimed the break - 10 minutes to search that; 10 minutes of hope - that's why you might call me Mr. Fortune; But one more ring and lecturer triumphs, "Gotcha!" Are caught? It serves you right, try to slip yourself out. Can't you put thoughts into words? Just let them all out, But not even say it's a theme that you know nothing about; I ask and you gotta answer, right, stupid, now! Wish you'd be never asked with hard question, huh, To know who you blockhead are or whoever you are? You forgot? The exams draw near, they come in a month an If you remain this way, you certainly will not pass em. So, every grey cell works for two ones, eyeglasses double my eyes. Senses strain twice, but mind, which's as ice, Gets nothing but pure thoughts, mean, clear as the blank sheet. It's better be full of mistakes. NAH, What a hell damned week?