Текст песни Ушакова - Гимн лицея 1580

This is us on the train
From Moscow dragged all
To hell with the pies
To the Southern District, to our Lyceum.
It will rain down on the roofs
There will be a blizzard and frost.
We will come, Lyceum, do you hear?
To study here seriously.

It’s no coincidence that our brotherhood
To everyone who has gathered with us,
Space has become physics
Math life.
It’s even out of habit,
Come out early in the morning, friend,
Straight to hell on pies
To gnaw granite of the big sciences.

I know the time will come
We are still students
Recall all your lessons
And lyceum days.
In the sea of ​​life, our fairway
Hurry, raising a wave.
You’ll be called, Alma Mater,
The younger brother of MSTU.

This is us on the train
From Moscow dragged all
To hell with the pies
To the Southern District, to our Lyceum.
It will rain down on the roofs
There will be a blizzard and frost.
We will come, Lyceum, do you hear?
To study here seriously.