Автор Пётр Насонов
The best of all I know college,
Its buildings, windows inside,
On monday early morning sousage
And salty wind blows from seaside
September, we again together
Occasionally smell and smile
And sunny rays of autumn weather
Coming in classroom through my mind
Through my mind
The world is sparkling
Stars on sky
In soul darling
College seems to me like juzz
Where students play for us
And thoughts about who is teacher
And why he is here like a Lord
And like a slave through spring and winter
He tries impoving children thoughts
Hello! Students crying friendly,
Director shaking head and hands
And everything becoming plenty
Of circumstanses lead towards
Through my mind
The world is sparkling
Stars on sky
In soul darling
College seems to me like juzz
Where students play for us
I think about global warming,
Poluted air, melting ice,
About why its so boring
When I cant see your tender eyes.
The best of all I know college,
Its buildings, windows inside,
On monday early morning sousage
And salty wind blows from seaside
Through my mind
The world is sparkling
Stars on sky
In soul darling
College seems to me like juzz
Where students play for us
Through my mind
The world is sparkling
Stars on sky
In soul darling
College seems to me like juzz
Where students play for us
Students play for us
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