Igor came from Kazakhstan
With transsibirski railway
Formerly head of the KGB
Today lying on the beach of St. Tropez
Today eating quails instead of Borschtsch
And drinking champagne against the thirst
Has Rolex watch and silk clothes
His dough resulting from arms trade
In the district where red light shines
'Kid brother' has imagined
Being able to make very much money
All over the world
And is there a trouble at Vienna's "Gürtel" area
A Mercedes is pulling into the court
And anybody who does not pay - in fact in cash
Has a hole in his head like an old Samovar
Cocktail is from Molotov
The main course called Kalashnikov
Oioioioi - the Russians are coming
Nastrowje - yet they are here
Oioioioi - the Russians are coming
The new Russki Mafia
Igor making every business
He is like a wolf, who never sleeps
Plutonium and cocaine
Igor's fingers are in every pie
Europe is the land of plenty
For the new Russki Mafia
From Zurich, Rome to Wuppertal
Everything trembles because of the man from the Urals
And Olga dances the kasochok
On Reeperbahn - with NO skirt
Oioioioi - the Russians are coming
Nastrowje - yet they are here
Oioioioi - the Russians are coming
The new Russki Mafia
The old time of sickle-hammer
Financially had been a big drama
On the uniforms a lot of gold
But in the pockets the Ruble that nowhere rolled
In a toast to Perestrojka and Glasnost
Igor raises his glass - nastrowje /prost
And flies to Moscow like a comet
To Mamuschka by private jet
Therefore a salute for Gorbatschow
of course by using Kalaschnikow
Oioioioi - the Russians are coming
Nastrowje - yet they are here
Oioioioi - the Russians are coming
The new Russki Mafia
One, two, three!
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