Текст песни Григорий Гладков - Пой, Вася

- Do not shy! - And are we stupid?
Hy, Andryusha stitched barely
A hammer on an iron rod
I gently played on gybe,

Eight-fifths of the size,
Tanya was slapping her bedroom door,
Misha took a stone along the glass,
Tolya beat on the brass in ygly.

Kirpichom! But not gromko and rarely.
- Do not shy! Said her neighbor.
And no one dymal shymet.
Vasya sang, because you can not not sing!

And - that the voice y Vasya hpipychy,
So then we lost in kychy,
Who stichal, who skripel, who gydel,
So that he would not smile and sing. Sing, Vasya!