Текст песни Василий Богатырёв - Негр Вася

On the white-white light among the Christmas tree and birches,
Without thinking about summer, the boy is black grew.
He never saw father's heat,
And all his teased by the name of the Father.

Negro Vasya drinks milk,
And does not know and does not understand.
And Cuba is somewhere far away ...
Why is that in life everything happens?

One grandfather was red, and was another white,
Probably from the medicine he is black such.
Even mom does not know who dad kid,
Only at night sighs the black soul.

On the white-white light, medium of snow and winter,
Suddenly there were children black black.
Everyone as one is similar from different mothers,
Let dad black, and even if it was ...