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 hey

Smarkatch kralju oh ta svinja smorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

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

Smarkatch kralju oh ta svinja smorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

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, oh

Smarkatch kralju oh ta svinja smorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko
Smarkatch kralju oh ta svinja smorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko