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Нигматулин Марат

All enemies runs,

When march colons on town,

To sun we raise the hands,

And solar lights fall on the form of brown.

The banner fly,

And many, many lads,

From hearth to sky,

Throw now they hands,

And march again to attack,

By all the lands,

And anthem again truck,

And students again stands.

Anthem of the school number 1497.

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на мелодию «Взвейтесь кострами, синие ночи...».)

Singing, singing,

Play at the silver fanfares,

Living, living

For at the glory fathers!

Studying, studying,

Ruler have proud to our,

Writing, writing,

Working at every hour!

Striking, striking,

Attack to enemy-obscure,

Working, working,

For science brith and pure!

Happing, happing,

We at the Eton cooler,

Stamping, stamping,

Viva to our schooler!

Marching, marching,

Leader to give as an order,

Moving, moving,

Out to our border!

Cat in plane.

I have big from Egypt cat,

Cat was terribly and bad,

He so very like to drink,

And in plane, without beer,

Cat become to mad, don’t think,

And he run us hit peer,

On the me in minute jump,

Oh, what was I dumb!

Конец.

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