Jamala - Пісня Про Вчительку

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The sun is rising, the grass is whispering.
By the path where you walk
My dear one, my teacher, a star of the world.
Where should
I look?
Where to find you?
My teacher, star of the world
Where should
I look, where can
I find you.
On the desk lie small notebooks
Children are chirping, golden, golden
And cranes are flying, flying in the sky.