Мальчики-Мажоры [Mal'chiki-Mazhory] [English translation]

I glorify you, sons of diplomats

Of lawyers, of ministers and of professors,

Of actresses got fat, pressmen with a lot of money,

Of poets that have released many books and of super singers

In short, of people that always hear "encore"

Of people that go without visas

Open your mouths, take your hats off

Boys-mazhors walk on streets

Open your mouths, take your hats off

Boys-mahors ride their fathers' Volgas*

Trash covered in body

A soul? No? What's your business?

Everything is easy for greenhorns

Fathers will do their careers

Fathers will ask everybody to cry "encore" for them

Fathers will do every caprice of their sons

Open your mouths, take your hats off

Boys-mazhors walk on streets

Open your mouths, take your hats off

Boys-mahors ride their fathers' Volgas*

They are covered themselves with busts of sex-bureaucrats

Watch videos that spit sperm (porno)

Luxuriate in hugs of fashionable castrates

Mazhors miss Spanish corrida

They want to live in Miami or in Paris even like a poor

But Leningrad and Ufa* - it's real prestigious cities

And ones of them who grew up

They make movies about happy lives

Write articles about simple roads

Or open doors of MID*

They are right people

They are right people

A viewer will say - You paint everything in bad way

Even hight people have good sons

My friend, I know it

My brother, I'm one of them

But you haven't understood anything in this song

• Artist:DDT
• Album:Ya Poluchil Etu Rol'/Я Получил Эту Роль (1988)