Dance with shemZee and earn Steem. MURKA - Russian chanson

Hola amigos.

Here is another song of mine for you to dance to. Its called MURKA and this time the genre is RUSSIAN CHANSON
Here`s what I need from you in 2 easy steps:

1.Make a video of yourself dansing to this song
2.Post it as a comment under this post

The contest is open till 30th September 2021
The best dancer gets 10 STEEM

50% of the earnings from this post go to @danceandmusic

Russian chanson is a musical genre covering a range of Russian songs, including city romance songs, author song performed by singer-songwriters, and "criminals' songs" that are based on the themes of the urban underclass and the criminal underworld.

The song I covered „Murka" is rightly ranked among the most popular Russian songs of the 20th century. It was considered an anthem of the criminal world.

The original version of Murka was created in Odessa in the early 1920s , at the beginning of the Soviet era. The name of the song, the name of the main character (the robber princess or gang leader Murka) as well as the text itself have varied considerably over the years.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION
A gang from Amur came to Odessa,
A gang of criminals and card-sharps.
It busied itself with shady activities
And the local Cheka followed close behind.

Nighttime darkness, only wind howls,
And in the flea market a committee came together -
These were hooligans, malicious criminals,
That formed this urgent committee.

A woman led the posse, a woman called Murka,
Clever and daring she was.
Even the nastiest of outlaws feared her,
For she led the reckless life of a thief.

Murka, you are my little purring one,
Murka, you are my kitten,
Murka, Marusya Klimova,
Please forgive your lover!

So then there were some murders, and then some raids and round-ups,
And lots of our guys disappeared.
How can we find out who has turned informer
So that we can get our revenge?

Once we got busy, we wanted to get a drink,
So we sat down in some swank restaurant.
Murka sat there in a fur jacket,
And a handgun stuck out slightly from her jacket.

Murka, what's going on, what are you playing at?
Wasn't I the one who dressed you up so nice?
Rings and bracelets, skirts and jackets,
Didn't I do good by you?

Hello my Murka, my darling Murka,
Hello my Murka, and goodbye!
You betrayed our entire gang,
And now you can take the bullet!

Murka, you are my little purring one,
Murka, you are my kitten,
Murka, Marusya Klimova,
Please forgive your lover!