O nelyogkoy detskoy dole
Vam seychas ya rasskazhu
Kak zhe slozhno byt’ rebyonkom
Prosto slov ne nakhozhu

Mne tverdyat s utra do nochi:
«Bud’ ser’yoznoy i bol’shoy»
Ya ne znayu, chto zhe delat’
S khrupkoy detskoyu dushoy

Ha-ha-ha, s utra khoreografiya
Ga-ga-ga, i gammy na obed
Risovaniye, figurnoye kataniye
Shakhmaty, klassicheskiy balet

Fekhtovaniye, futbol i vyshivaniye
Saksofon i konnaya yezda
Mne tverdyat sosedi i roditeli:
«Bud’ khoroshey devochkoy vsegda»

Vam priznayus’ po sekretu
Ya uzhasno vlyublena
Ne v poeta, ni v tantsora
V khuligana-drachuna

On ne metit v prezidenty
On otlichnikov groza
No Shekspiru i nе snilis’
Eti siniye glaza
Vmeste my postavim papu na puanty
Ma-ma-ma, zastavim mamu risovat’
Ba-ba-ba, dlya babushki yеst’ gammy
Nu, a dedushku nauchim vyshivat’

Oh, s utra khoreografiya
I gammy na obed
Zhizn’ moya sploshnoye raspisaniye
I Romeo v etikh planakh net, net, net

Net, net, net, net, net
Net, net, net