Tell me, why you, viper, have your eye-brows pencilled,
And what the hell you’ve put on your blue beret for.
You are going out for a dance, I sense it,
You have got two tickets to the club, I know.

You should have no doubt that I dote upon you,
I can do the stealing for you night and day,
But you are unfaithful, and I want to warn you,
I will put you down if you go astray.

I have no objections if it’s Nick or Slavka,
I don’t mind you going out with my friends,
But if it is Victor from Pereyaslavka
I shall crush you, stinker, tear you to threads!

Listen to me, hussy, I’ll be frank and solid:
You had better get that beret off your head;
If you don’t, I’ll have you buried in my soul, and
You will not be found, - coated with cement.

When you come back, maybe, later in the summer,
I’ll have found a woman, - a real bit of jam,
Then you’ll burst with envy, like a dirty bummer,
Saying: "Please forgive me", but I won’t give a damn.