From The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov

Oh my childhood, my innocent childhood
Happiness awoke with me every morning,
It was just like this, nothing has changed.
All, all white.

After the dark dismal autumn and the cold cold winter
You are young again, full of happiness,
The angels of heaven have not abandoned you.

Oh, if only I could free my neck and shoulders
From the stone that weighs them down.
If only I could forget my past.

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From We Belong to the Sky
(Tuacahn High School for the Performing Arts Alma Mater)

We belong to the sky, where our spirits can fly
And our hopes face the light of dawn;
While our voices we raise to the end of our days,
Tis the song of Tuacahn.
 
Tuacahn, our Tuacahn “Light and Truth” e’er shine
We’ll fill the world, our hearts unfurled. On the wings of Tuacahn.
 
Planted firm in the sod of the canyon of gods,
Every step be sure and strong;
We’ll stand loyal and true to the gold and the blue
As we sing of Tuacahn.
 
Tuacahn, our Tuacahn “Light and Truth” e’er shine
We’ll fill the world, our hearts unfurled. On the wings of Tuacahn.