Текст и перевод песни ДДТ - Mal'chiki-Mazhory

Mal'chiki-Mazhory

Ia chestvuiu vas, synov'ia diplomatov,
Iuristov, ministrov i professorov.
Ozhirevshikh aktris, zhurnalistov, magnatov,
Mnogotomnykh poehtov i superpevtsov.
Koroche, tekh, kogo vsegda u nas vyzyvaiut na "bis".
Tekh, kto vsegda legko prolezet bez viz.

Pripev:
Raskrojte rty, sorvite ubory -
Po ulitse cheshut mal'chiki-mazhory.
Raskrojte rty, sorvite ubory -
Na papinykh "Volgakh" - mal'chiki-mazhory.

Kichevaia drian' zavernuta v telo.
Dusha ehto? Net? Kakoe vam delo?
I tak vsio legko sopliakam i prosto -
Papasha dob'etsia sluzhebnogo rosta.
Papasha poprosit ves' zal krichat' emu "bis".
Papasha ispolnit liuboj synochkin kapriz.

Pripev:

Zaryvshis' v ob'emakh seks-biurokratok,
Utknuvshis' v pliuiushchee schast'em video,
Nezhas' v minorakh novomodnykh kastratov,
Mazhory grustiat po ispanskoj korride.
I khochetsia bednym v Majiami ili v Parizh.
A vot Ufa, Leningrad - vot ehto prestizh.

A te iz nikh, kto podros nemnogo,
Lepiat fil'my o schastlivom byte,
Variat stat'i o priamykh dorogakh
Ili otkryvaiut dvertsy v MIDe.
Oni uzhe - te...
Oni uzhe - te...

Tut kritik voskliknet: "Zdes' vsio v chiornom svete.
Ved' est' u tuzov i molodtsy synov'ia".
Druzhok, ia vsio znaiu, ia sam, brat, iz ehtikh,
No v pesne ne ponial ty, uvy, ...nichego.

Pripev:

Boys With Rich Daddies

I admire you, sons of diplomats,
Lawyers, ministers and professors.
Of ageing actresses, journalists, tycoons,
Of long-winded poets and divas.
In short, of those who are always called for an encore.
Of those who can easily get by without a visa.

Chorus:
Open your mouths and drop your attire,
Boys with rich daddies are strutting down the street.
Open your mouths and drop your attire,
In their fathers' "Volgas" - boys with rich daddies.

A conceited brat wrapped up in his own skin.
Is it a soul? No? What's it to you?
And so everything is easy for the suckers and just plain,
Daddy will attain career growth.
Daddy will ask the entire hall to shout "encore."
Daddy will fulfil any of his little son's whims.

Chorus:

Buried in the embrace of sex-bureaucrats,
Transfixed by videos brimming with happiness,
Not fading in the minors of newfangled castratos,
Boys with rich daddies crave Spanish bullfights.
And the poor things want to be in Miami or Paris.
But Ufa, Leningrad - that's where it's cool.

And those of them who've grown a little,
Craft films about a happy existence,
Concoct articles about direct routes,
Or open doors in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
They're already them...
They're already them...

Here the critic will exclaim: "Everything here is painted in a negative light.
Yet even the bigwigs have some good sons."
My friend, I know it all, I myself am one of them,
But in this song, you didn't get, well, ...anything.

Chorus: