At the spinning mill
Monday, here are the ones
For debts to Chubais
The workshops were de-energized.
Loose yarn on a bobbin
Like polar explorers on an ice floe
And the quieted ladies
They shine with matches in the dark.
To fix the situation
Deputy Chief of Supply
Gave away the tension
Everyone, go to the gym.
Kiroshinka fired
And the chief accountant Petrov and Ninka
Tightened the old fashioned way
Internationalanal.
Otimelo monopole
Proletarian Komvolye
So that the girls are in bondage
They carried it from Chubais.
And gave birth standing upright
The sentence is simple
Go to the city of the first throne
On Tverskaya, knock off rubles.
Gathered at dawn
Schaub didn't notice
All with a full marathon
Yes, with a trade union ration.
Bowed to the threshold
Not much
And hit the road
At "ErAZ" factory.
Chorus:
Oh, mothers, there are dimples on the cheeks
And black eyebrows spread
(Oh shob did you know mamo)
Oh, mothers, your Oksana
Sells love to bourgeois
We drove for a long time, were silent
Some are scared, some are sad
First time they came
Three days in advance, quarterly plan.
So this trip
Something like cultural enlightenment
That is to say, the strokes to the portrait
"Everyday life of street prostitutes."
To the proletarian class,
Trade your love
Historically new
Don't go to see your grandmother.
So we'll lay down the whole brigade
Let's not give the enemy mercy
Get the money you bastards
We'll give you some heat.
In our class consciousness
Even a locksmith in a women's bath
Was worthy of punishment
For simple voyeurism.
But under the market gun
Nowadays they walk boldly into sex
Chest on rollout, body on
"Hai Live Capitalism".
And in the capital, as if on purpose
On the boulevards of midnight
Today the trade is vicious
Terribly slowed down the turn.
Voluptuous, fornicators
Guard at restaurants
He run, and after the confused
"Sho got caught, you bitch cat."
Chorus:
Oh, mothers, there are dimples on the cheeks
And black eyebrows spread
(Oh shob did you know mamo)
Oh, mothers, your Oksana
Sells love to bourgeois
It all ended sadly
Captain Stepan Nechaev
Was extremely angry
A bold feat of the weavers.
"Come in large numbers to the capital
Shozh you don't sit at home
Women here are not Nice
There is no money for their own. "
Observe total traffic
Don't break a tight schedule
Collect rags nafig
Walk home and skiff.
Come for an outfit
After the stage workers
And now we have a decade
Academy of Sciences.
Chorus:
Oh, mothers, there are dimples on the cheeks
And black eyebrows spread
(Oh shob did you know mamo)
Oh, mothers, your Oksana
Sells love to bourgeois
Oh, mothers, your Oksanochka
Sells love to bourgeois ...
