Текст песни 11 выпуску - музыка для пения выпускной песни

That passed those years,
When we are sitting at their desks.
We will never forget,
How to schedule looked,
As we wrote on the board,
How to roll ran without smenki,
And how to lie on the sand,
Scribbles marker for Penke.

It seemed unnecessary to us a couple,
Untimely exam
Offsets like clutter,
Tails moved us.
We looked through the calendar
Assuming every day until the summer.
And now a bit of a pity,
With three years to finish singing the song.

And we felt sad when
Already at their desks are not planted.
We do not go anywhere,
And we are somewhere escort.
We will re-open calendar
Once again, we calculate the days until summer
It does not finish singing our song,
But if suddenly sadness comes,
That Sirin bird will we
Whisper, where to send the feet
And for some the road to go,
To quickly get back to you.