The soldier was walking down the street Back home and saw those guys „Who is your mother, boys?” He asked those ones
Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine! Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine!
All of them in leather jackets, All of them are tall. the soldiers wanted to pass by, But it was not easy at all.
Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine! Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine!
Victor Tsoy is alive! Sekator!
Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine! Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine!
A pretty jolly joke The kids played on the soldier They painted him with red and blue, And forced to say the dirty words
Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine! Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine!
Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine! Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine! Mother is anarchy Father is glass of portwine! Mother is anarchy And father is glass of portwine!