Brother, our singing is like an alarm ringing
We have words at the ready as if something's going wrong
Daddies of the girls, they don't like us singers
They don't give a damn about our fancy footwork
(Our fancy footwork, our fancy footwork)Smarkatch
(Ukrainian, Ukrainian)Of course you can try take a treat through her mother
Enlighten her nostalgia for a little flame
But that my friends can also get oh so very fatal
[Unverified] I remember [unverified]And everybody knowsSmarkatch
(Ukrainian, Ukrainian)
Smarkatch
(Ukrainian, Ukrainian)So Daddy, dear Mister, I am a family trickster
And on your place, I would be watching twice as much
But woah, we'll always be winning
And just standing feeding pigeons on the Brighton beach boardwalkAnd everybody knowsSmarkatch
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Smarkatch
(Ukrainian, Ukrainian)