Songtext von Mama, ia liubera liubliu

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...