Verse 1

On the corner of Lenin and sixth-floor stair

Valya sits with a stern gray stare

Nobody speaks when she clears her throat

Even the stray dogs lower their note

Her son comes home at a quarter to ten

Walks like a sparrow inside her den

She rules the hallway, she rules the block

Her word is heavy, her word is a lock

Chorus

Oh, Baba Valya, the queen of the yard

Walking this concrete is strictly guarded

Nobody breathes without Valya's consent

Every ruble is thoroughly spent

In Valya’s shadow, we all toe the line

Everything’s crooked, but Valya is fine

Verse 2

Daughter Natasha, she shares her roof