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 knows



Smarkatch

(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 boardwalk



And everybody knows



Smarkatch

(Ukrainian, Ukrainian)

Smarkatch

(Ukrainian, Ukrainian)