Текст песни 68 школа г. Хабаровск - ИЗО

On the table a clean sheet , it is not used up , clean,
A lesson lasts for half an hour already ,
Pencil I take lead on paper ,
There was a portrait of work.
Oh, my painting , drawing her I
On the lesson of Fine Arts , I tried ,
But a portrait of me , as luck would have wanted , as luck would not like to receive .

Chorus:
Here the bell rings ,
I understand that ended the lesson ,
I drew you , that not expecting , that he did not expect ,
We do not believe that schools are the days ,
It is a pity that they run ,
But the lessons of Fine Arts , Fine Arts but lessons have not been in vain for us .