Текст песни Цой - Мама-Анархия, Папа-Стакан портвейна

The soldier was walking down the street home
And I saw these guys,
Who's your mom, guys -
I asked the children soldiers.

My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.
My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.

They are all in leather jackets,
All small stature,
Would the soldiers pass by,
But it was not easy.

My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.
My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.

My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.
My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.

Quite a fun joke played
With the soldier boys,
Colorize in red and blue
And forced to swear.

My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.
My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.

My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.
My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.

My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.
My mother - anarchy
The Pope - a glass of port.