I have no time for trifles,
The main thing is calling me,
I am a fourth-grade pupil,
Without me the game won’t go.

I don’t tie little bows,
They won’t let me ride,
I won’t tell you about algebra,
I’ve got a rage at girls.

Sister is reading a book,
Mom and Dad hurry to the dachas,
Little brother lies in bed.
I run, because the ball is waiting.