Текст песни первому учителю - Школьная пора

remembering how we parted,
sad now.
that day the boys sighed ,
cry for them , it is too ,
though it was hard to keep the tears

our first teacher
at any weather,
you rush to school and come to class.
through the years your voice heard good
those students that have learned from you.
through the years your voice heard good
those students that have learned from you.