Текст песни Шкільні пісні - Пісня про вчителя

Oh summer pohidni you, dear school, our class,
Hands native teachers, you pryhortaly us.
Pryhortaly, tulyly to breast doves.
It was you, dear teacher, native father of the child.

Conducted you on sunny mornings us in uncharted path,
Where pink sunrises in dreams of happiness bloom.
And the whole multitude wings washed seventeen years -
Your will and force us raised in flight.
 
We are waiting for the road to life the distance,
We are waiting for alarm, not just songs.
All roads go through, win evil
And hearts will keep your heart warm.

Oh summer pohidni you, dear school, our class,
Where are you, dear teacher, do you remember us?
Twitter native school, like singing nightingales,
I will never forget your doves.