маменькин сынок [mamenʹkin synok] [English translation]

We'll met ourselves in the dark close bar

He whispered to me: "Pardon, mademoiselle!"

Hiding behind his back in the leather case

Violoncello... mmmm

I melted under his look and laughed

And maybe the third cocktail was excess

But there was lying near the bad

His violincello... mmmm

It seemed I was so lucky

He was handsome and, by the way, very solitary

And suddenly I woke up and was horrified:

He's a sissy bo-o-oy!

And in the morning I hear ma-ma ma-maa, listen

And right after that ma-ma ma-maa, I ate

And even in the middle of the night, "What's the matter, my son?"

Ou, it makes me crazy!

And every evening ma-ma ma-maa, listen

At every meeting ma-ma ma-maa, I ate

And even in the middle of the night, "What's the matter, my son?"

Ou, it makes me crazy - AAAA!

I see your mother in the nightmares again:

I've been dreaming for the last seven nights

Of throwing your cellphone at the wall

And violoncello...

I was carrying on and keeping silince for so long

At by the 115th call

I've screamed, I've growled: "Sissy bo-o-oy!"

And in the morning I hear ma-ma ma-maa, listen

And right after that ma-ma ma-maa, I ate

And even in the middle of the night, "What's the matter, my son?"

Ou, it makes me crazy!

And every evening ma-ma ma-maa, listen

At every meeting ma-ma ma-maa, I ate

And even in the middle of the night, "What's the matter, my son?"

Ou, it makes me crazy - AAAA!

He's a sissy boy!