Текст песни Детский хор - Учительский вальс

Ah, how the years fly - he will believe, who will ask!
Leaf fall has begun, invites us to fall.
Again, we have incredible deeds and worries.
Suddenly, in the autumn, a year begins and is called academic.

Chorus (2 p.)
Time has chosen us
Light soul candles.
Let the teacher's waltz
Doesn't end forever!

This is not a trifle to you: at night I dream of a class.
It’s necessary to fall in love with your school so much,
Where the paper turns, and programs, and plans!
Of course, all life passes here, and after all it is a lot.

Chorus (2 p.)
Time has chosen us
Light soul candles.
Let the teacher's waltz
Doesn't end forever!

God save you - and he preserves, probably.
Let for the hundredth time I worry immensely.
As I see children, I make discoveries.
So this is fate, then this is fate: school, school desk, teacher.

Chorus (2 p.)
Time has chosen us
Light soul candles.
Let the teacher's waltz
Doesn't end forever!