Mama Anarkhiya (translation)

A soldier was walking home,
And he met some guys on the way
"Hey guys, who is your mother?"
The soldier asked them that day

Our mother is Anarchy!
Our father - a glass of wine.

All of them wore leather jackets,
All of them were not very tall.
The soldier tried to move past them,
But he couldn't get through at all

A rather unusual joke
Those guys played on him afterwards
They painted his face red and blue,
And they made him say bad words.