Lyrics Диана Прокопив - Родная школа
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1. Смешные косички и белые банты,
Тугие портфели и смех детворы,
Все это не ново, но только не нас
Встречает вновь светлый класс.
Зовут на уроки знакомые звонки,
Любимый учитель стоит у доски
И мелом выводит все те же слова
Все было как будто вчера.
Пр: Родная школа, где учились мы с тобой,
Сидели рядом за партой одной.
Родная школа, мы придем сюда опять,
Мы будем часто тебя вспоминать.
2. А вдоль дорожки яблони цвет,
Как будто мы в детство купили билет,
Садимся за парту и снова урок,
Но слышим последний звонок.
Вы детские души всегда берегли
И ваши старанья недаром прошли
Пусть время уходит, идут пусть года,
Но Вас не забыть никогда.
Пр: Родная школа, где учились мы с тобой,
Сидели рядом за партой одной.
Родная школа, мы придем сюда опять,
Мы будем часто тебя вспоминать.
1. Funny pigtails and white bows,
Tight briefcases and laughter of the defensive
All this is not new, but not us
Meets a bright class.
Names for familiar calls,
Favorite teacher stands at the board
And chalk brings all the same words
Everything was as if yesterday.
Pr: Native School, where we studied with you,
Satisfied next to the desk one.
Native school, we will come here again
We will often remember you.
2. And along the apple tree path,
As if we bought a ticket in childhood,
Sit down for the desk and a lesson again,
But hearing the last call.
You have a children's souls always burned
And your stales were no wonder
Let the time goes, go let the year,
But never forget you.
Pr: Native School, where we studied with you,
Satisfied next to the desk one.
Native school, we will come here again
We will often remember you.
Tight briefcases and laughter of the defensive
All this is not new, but not us
Meets a bright class.
Names for familiar calls,
Favorite teacher stands at the board
And chalk brings all the same words
Everything was as if yesterday.
Pr: Native School, where we studied with you,
Satisfied next to the desk one.
Native school, we will come here again
We will often remember you.
2. And along the apple tree path,
As if we bought a ticket in childhood,
Sit down for the desk and a lesson again,
But hearing the last call.
You have a children's souls always burned
And your stales were no wonder
Let the time goes, go let the year,
But never forget you.
Pr: Native School, where we studied with you,
Satisfied next to the desk one.
Native school, we will come here again
We will often remember you.