Текст песни АукцЫон - Я на шестом этаже, Я точу карандаш.

Woman looking imploringly
On the sixth floor.
I'm on the sixth floor,
I sharpen a pencil.

Let them look,
I'm accustomed to popularity.
Let them look,
She will show the top language.

I'm Popular cartoon hero.
I snapped, though young.
Do not Superman, but a super fight
Here I have some.

Woman looking imploringly
On the sixth floor.
I'm on the sixth floor,
I sharpen a pencil.

Let them look,
But I'm not familiar with it.
Let them look,
Her teasing tongue.

Everyone says I'm cool,
What I'm terribly groovy.
I am a musician, and my oboe
Always with me.

Woman looking imploringly
On the sixth floor.
I'm on the sixth floor,
I sharpen a pencil.

Let them look,
She can not understand:
I'm on the sixth floor,
And I do not care at all.

I'm a musician - that's my oboe,
My instrument, straight as a bayonet.
He is always at hand -
Look, what!