Текст песни ліцей - КПЛ з ПВФП

We matured older,
finished the ninth grade
And we decided without military - a man never become!
Here we are in Odessa, the military lyceum, we gathered
Here are two weeks of grievous torment and a high school boy became

OdVL is the birthplace for youngsters of boys,
here our youth is leaving
in green uniform outside the window,
in heavy boots in the rain
we run dreaming about who
but everyone suffers teeth,
because he knows the issue - it's a buzz!
And this is the goal for all of us
to look father in the eye at that hour
and with proudly raised brow to tell him
I became a "Man!"

End of vacation, hot August
and we came here,
we were given a uniform
we were shown where the bridgehead,
marched died,
We were not explained here by "Paradise"
to drink the days of suffering, drill
and we dreamed of everything about May ...
In the morning in the schools,
the first-graders call,
among first-year students of the Lyceum
handing over the pagon.
Came into the new walls,
how unusual it is to sit here,
boys are hard at home only
and not a homemade dinner here.
Suddenly a sophomore begins,
we explain what's here for what,
How unusually hazing,
elephants do not smoke before their grandfather
Dembel train, strap tightened,
takes "Two fingers from the eyebrows"
and zoo until the day and before the holidays
pigas road to us shone ...

OdVL is the birthplace for youngsters of boys,
here our youth is leaving
in green uniform outside the window,
in heavy boots in the rain
we run dreaming about who
but everyone suffers teeth,
because he knows the issue - it's a buzz!
And this is the goal for all of us
to look father in the eye at that hour
and with proudly raised brow to tell him
I became a "Man!"

We come to Chabanka,
And zero six hundred and sixty-six,
grenade launchers, submachine guns and infantry fighting vehicles carries us to the top,
first shooting with AK-Sa
In the ears, the membranes ring,
fire grenade flash from the front
and marchbrosok with friends is unlikely.
End of July, vacation at home
call Comroth all home,
dress brother shape, get ready
and hurry up to the parade soon!
Native walls, two nidels,
streams of sweat, hundreds of souls
and in the day of beauty in white form,
proshol parade all our course.
Come uchoba, we are again in the classes,
now we are the senior year,
elephants are so many, without a doubt
but we are so little became suddenly,
ranks, for some reason
guys are hanging on friendly shoulders,
but we will prove that we are together,
that our company is no better!

OdVL is the birthplace for youngsters of boys,
here our youth is leaving
in green uniform outside the window,
in heavy boots in the rain
we run dreaming about who
but everyone suffers teeth,
because he knows the issue - it's a buzz!
And this is the goal for all of us
to look father in the eye at that hour
and with proudly raised brow to tell him
I became a "Man!"

Well, that's all for our issue
and it's time for us to grow,
last time, we go, we are building
and once or twice or three, it sounds in tears,
let's tighten the drill,
there is no pressure on my chest,
a teacher and officers, for two years we were on our way ...
Dembelsky evening we have a holiday,
goodbye dear friends and will remember the dear ones
OWL is our Family!

OdVL is the birthplace for youngsters of boys,
here our youth is leaving
in green uniform outside the window,
in heavy boots in the rain
we run dreaming about who
but everyone suffers teeth,
because he knows the issue - it's a buzz!
And this is the goal for all of us
to look father in the eye at that hour
and with proudly raised brow to tell him
I became a "Man!"