Smarkatch

Drago, our singing is like an alarm ringing
That warns every daddy as if something 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
Oh, eh
Oh

Смаркач кралю — ой та свиня шмарката
Вкрало нашу, ай, доню-немовлятко, aй

Of course you can try to take a detour through her mother
Ignite in her nostalgia for a little flirt
But that my friends can also get so very fatal
Like that one time I remember I got stuck under her skirt

She got low
And everybody knows!
Oh

Смаркач кралю — ой та свиня шмарката
Вкрало нашу, ай, доню-немовлятко
Смаркач кралю — ой та свиня шмарката
Вкрало нашу, ай, доню-немовлятко, йой!

So daddy dear mister I am a phallic trickster
And on your place I would be watching twice as much
But I will be always winning
And I'm just standing feeding pigeons on a Brighton Beach boardwalk

She got low, hey
And everybody knows

Смаркач кралю — ой та свиня шмарката
Вкрало нашу, ай, доню-немовлятко
Смаркач кралю — ой та свиня шмарката
Вкрало нашу, ай, доню-немовлятко

Йой
О йой