Katerina, Katya, Katerina...
You’re everything, just everything I like.
Like a rouble Christmas tree you’re just, well, greener
And when I dress you up - your price will hike!

I will adorn you with velvet and fine taffeta
In down and ashes and the soul of God - here!
You won’t be any worse off than Tamarka,
Who I managed to deprive of life last year.

And don’t worry, Katya, Katerina -
It will be strawberries and cream from here!
Not a life! Plain life is so much meaner -
I really don’t cut girls up every year...

Katerina, hey come on, stuff your doubts now!
I will rip the shirt right off my chest -
That’s it! Let’s go for a ride now!
Your funeral rites will be the best!