Tell me, why you, viper, have your eye-brows pencilled,
And what the hell youíve 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 itís Nick or Slavka,
I donít 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, Iíll be frank and solid:
You had better get that beret off your head;
If you donít, Iíll have you buried in my soul, and
You will not be found, - coated with cement.
When you come back, maybe, later in the summer,
Iíll have found a woman, - a real bit of jam,
Then youíll burst with envy, like a dirty bummer,
Saying: "Please forgive me", but I wonít give a damn.