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Original lyrics
Мама Анархия
Солдат шел по улице домой
И увидел этих ребят.
"Кто ваша мама, ребята?" -
Спросил у ребят солдат.
Мама - Анархия,
Папа - стакан портвейна.
Все они в кожаных куртках,
Все небольшого роста,
Хотел солдат пройти мимо,
Но это было не просто.
Мама - Анархия,
Папа - стакан портвейна.
Довольно веселую шутку
Сыграли с солдатом ребята:
Раскрасили красным и синим,
Заставляли ругаться матом.
Мама - Анархия,
Папа - стакан портвейна.
Translation
Mama is Anarchy
A soldier walked the street to his home
And he saw some kids on the way.
"Who are your mothers, kids?"
The soldier asked the kids.
Mama is Anarchy.
Papa is a glass of port wine.
All of them wore leather jackets,
All of them were small in stature,
The soldier wanted to move past them,
But it just was not that easy.
Mama is Anarchy.
Papa is a glass of port wine.
A decently funny gag
was what the boys played on the soldier.
Painted him red and blue.
Made him swear and curse outloud.
Mama is Anarchy.
Papa is a glass of port wine.
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