Between us on the street
Singly and in groups
there are glasses with scripts
And with books, with notes
With papers, complexes
Etc., etc.
Etc., etc., etc.

Their ears are frostbitten
Noses wrapped in a scarf
Pants have last year's dark faces
Such a child will not be taken care of
Just thinks about Einstein
Etc., etc.
Etc., etc., etc.

They nest in the dormitory
They have a kettle on each
And not devolves for them
And Paris and Shanghai
And not for them to prom and have fun
Neither Lala nor Buba
Etc., etc., etc.

Only sometimes at the blackboard
In the spring, some glasses
He will steal a kiss from his glasses
Then the eyepiece will fog up
Cold hands tremble
Then together in the library
And in the canteen and in the queue
Etc., etc., etc.

Tired and emaciated
With diplomas already in your pocket
they depart on trains
Then they marry their wives
And then they make ends meet
For those Polish two thousand
Etc., etc., etc.