Текст песни муз. С. Евтеев, исп. Милана Алероева, Анна Зинченко - Школа под номер 3

We have a beautiful bird of youth,
We are flying without knowing borders
And always, our children's faces
Look into the distance with the album pages
The best days are gone half
We are ready to repeat a hundred times
You will always be loved by us
Our school number three

School - it is all our joy,
School - a good knowledge of a breath,
School - it is white bows first-graders,
School - this sadness last call!

And when we become famous
Virtual, we will send greetings
Teachers for work and diligence,
Our school in hi-tech style!
We are proud that the study in the third
Flourish and love us Dari
The team of all the talents inflorescence
Our school is at number three!