ДДТ - Мальчики-Мажоры
текст песни

I honor you, sons of diplomats,
Lawyers, ministers and professors
Obese actresses, magazines-magnats,
Multi -volume poets and super -switches
In short, those who are always called to us
Those who everywhere easily climb without visas
Expand your mouths, drag out the devices -
Major boys scratch on the street

Kichenia rubbish torn into the body
Is it a soul? No? What do you care?
And so everything is easy to snot and simple -
Dad will achieve official growth
Dad will ask the whole hall to scream him bis
Dad will fulfill any son Caprice
Expand your mouths, drag out the devices -
On father's Volga-Major boys

Burning away in the volume of sex bureaucrats,
Burning in a sperm plunging in the video,
Stiring in the minoras of newfangled castrates,
Majors are sad in Spanish Corrida
And I want the poor in Miami or Paris
San Remo, Florida-Oh, yes, oh, this is prestige

And those of them who have grown a little,
Sculpt films about happy life,
Cook articles about straight roads
Or open doors in the Foreign Ministry.

They are already - those
They are already - those

Expand your mouths, drag out the devices -
Major boys scratches along the street.
Expand your mouths, drag out the devices -
On father's Volga are Major boys.

Then the viewer will exclaim: “Everything is in the black light here.
After all, the ace and well done have sons. "
Friend, I know everything
I myself, brother, of these,
But in the song you did not understand, alas, nothing

Expand your mouths, drag out the devices -
On father's Volga-Major boys