Soldat shel po ulitse domoy
I uvidel etikh rebyat
"Kto vasha mama, rebyata?" -
Sprosil u rebyat soldat
Mama - Anarkhiya
Papa - stakan portveyna
Vse oni v kozhanykh kurtkakh
Vse nebol'shogo rosta
Khotel soldat proyti mimo
No eto bylo ne prosto
Mama - Anarkhiya
Papa - stakan portveyna
Dovol'no veseluyu shutku
Sygrali s soldatom rebyata
Raskrasili krasnym i sinim
Zastavlyali rugat'sya matom
Mama - Anarkhiya
Papa - stakan portveyna
A soldier was walking home,
And he met some guys on the way
"Hey guys, who is your mother?"
The soldier asked them that day
Our mother is Anarchy!
Our father - a glass of wine.
All of them wore leather jackets,
All of them were not very tall.
The soldier tried to move past them,
But he couldn't get through at all
A rather unusual joke
Those guys played on him afterwards
They painted his face red and blue,
And they made him say bad words.