After Boltxebike

Those were good times
A ton of Basque bikes
The Zaristek lost
What they had in charge.
In Gazteizgrad, the whites
Faced a serious problem
They freed Bilbao
From the red Kosak.

In Donosigrado too
There was a lot of freedom
In the town of Iruñakov
The red flag.
The town took over
The winter palace
That's where I saw
My buddy Iñaki.

On the day of victory
It was said loudly:
Long live the Basque Russians
And Bodka's grace
They made Iñakiski
The Soviet leader
Who would think of such a thing
Damn man!

Oh! He escaped
With Soviet gains
Lying in Jamaica
Basking in the sun.
I was chasing him
Like a bat outta hell
That's where I found him
Under the palm tree.

He pulled out a gun
I pulled mine too
Two bullets hit my body.
But knowledge told Iñakiski:
Two fucking bullets aren't enough
To kill after Boltxebike.

After Boltxebike!
After Boltxebike!