Song of uchytelnytsu


The sun rises and roars grass.
I see the path where the you, you mother.
Teacher My World dawn, | (2)
Where to look where you find it? |

On the table are small notebooks,
Kids chirps gold, gold.
And flying - flying in the sky cranes, | (2)
Bell calls if a youth summer. |

How grown up and flew us
On the way land in clear blue in blue.
And for you again and path to class, | (2)
Under the school sycamore that noise again. |

Two fronts took your sons,
Fought, not counting injuries, severe wounds.
In guerrilla turned gray overnight you, | (2)
As in the cold gray nepozhatyy Lan. |

Again Yun twitters and murmurs grass,
I perceive you in the fire today.
Teacher My World dawn, | (2)
In the in country mile in the home side. |