Kto s mechom k nam pridiot,
Tot ot mecha i pogibnet!

Mama!
On ne pank, on ne khippi, on ne khehvi-metallist,
On ne mazhor, ne tusovshchik, mama, on ne buddist,
On ne niukhaet klej, on ne kurit travu,
On otdelaet liubogo teoretika kung-fu.

Pripev:
Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!
Ia liubera liubliu!

On za zheleznyj poriadok, on skromno odet,
On pochti bez nakolok, mama, on - intelligent!
Ot zagranichnoj zarazy on spasaet Moskvu,
On torchit ot Kobzona, on zhaleet Mu-mu.

Pripev:

On mne darit tsepochki, on mne darit znachki,
V ego kozhanoj kurtke zveniat piatachki
Kazhnu noch' iz Moskvy on mne privozit trofej:
Skal'py vrazheskikh pankov, amulety khippej.

Pripev:

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