Текст песни Под блюз - Рідна школо

Sounds Autumn Waltz
And again calling to class,
Again we nesem school colors.
And the golden sun smiles to us,
Gives favor Indian summer .

Chorus:

This is our school, a native school , |
Childhood our land. |
Its not betray ever , |
For we - one family ! | (2)

And fall outside sings songs
Track sweeps leaves school
And the good eyes of our native teachers
All of us living soul warm .