Валерия Вольнова - Юная москвичка
текст песни

There's not much time left
Until graduation,
There wasn't enough time
To talk about it

A class photo for memory
We'll take it to the rhythm of a waltz
To seem funny
We'll sing a song about childhood

A young Muscovite
Bunina reads
On a park bench by the river

Probably a young Muscovite
Dreams of love, and hides from everyone
Her loving eyes

Near the school, mothers
Cry tirelessly,
Everything is mixed up,
The ground falls from underfoot

In the hallways, nervously
March faithfully
Our very dear
Teachers

A young Muscovite
Bunina reads
On a park bench by the river

Probably a young Muscovite
Dreams of love, and hides from everyone
Her loving eyes

The principal takes the floor,
And the school A film projector
Determines the vector
Of our existence

The film shows
How we march with dignity,
Dear first-graders –
School brethren

A young Muscovite
reads Bunina
On a park bench by the river

Probably, the young Muscovite
Dreams of love, and hides from everyone
Her loving eyes