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:
Liubliu...
Liubliu...
