Текст песни Дмитро Гнатюк - Грицю, Грицю, до роботи

Grits, Grits, to work!
Grits's boots are torn.
Grits, Grits, to the calves!
Grits is in a little pain.

Grits, Grits, thresh!
Grits can't do it.
Grits, Grits, cut firewood!
Kahi-kahi! Unhealthy.

Grits, Grits, make bread!
Kahi-kahi! Something hoarse.
Grits, Grits, to Marusya!
Now, now I'll clean up.

Grits, Grits, at least get married?
I can't answer!
Grits, Grits, who to take?
It is better not to find Gali!

Galyu, my dear,
Will you follow me?
Shameful, ugly, dislike,
And I will not follow you!