Текст песни Вперше чую - Боже храни інститут журналістики

Spring has come
Without sleep, Usih got out
Ide zhittya, live life
I ask you for him and I

Pass the days to pour the bat
Live pіvvіku ce well for a reason
Ale Lita is not a bida
If the soul is cheerful and young

God Bless
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I didn’t sleep a day yesterday
For nyu pisnyu qiu stockpiling
Із вуст моїх усі at once
Let us know and know

I Znova spring It's time is wonderful
Come to us and all will be
Mine hundred lit i for the hundredth time
Vіkіv vіn matime not pіv but pіvtora

God Bless
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