Poems...

basically)) a topical issue

When your brain melts during a lecture,
When even practice becomes repulsive,
When, tired of writing, you can't lift your hands,
Then you'll understand how much more pleasant it is in the army.
You'll realize that you don't need university
You, a simple guy from Russia
Go to the army, they'll understand you there.
Serve, as they served in the old days.
It doesn't matter that it will ruin your kidneys,
And your liver will never stop hurting,
That they'll pour buckets of dirt on you
And that you'll get injured during training.
But you'll make it to your discharge, believe me
And you won't need anything more.
You'll close the door of your native barracks behind you
And say: "I love you, you bastards!"