Текст песни Невідомий виконавець - пісня про вчителя мінус

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

Conducted you on sunny mornings here in uncharted path,
Where dawns rose blossom happiness in dreams.
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, singing like nightingales,
I will never forget your doves.