Katherine, Kate, Katherine!
Everything in you, everything in you for me!
Like a Christmas tree: you stand for fifty kopecks,
But dress you up and you go up in value.

I’ll dress you up in silk and velvet,
In down and ashes and your soul I give to God -
You won’t be any worse off than Tamarka,
Whom I deprived of life last year.

Don’t be afraid, Kate, Katherine,
Our lives flow like a stream!
What kind of life there! Our life isn’t very sweet!
Indeed I don’t stab dames every year.

Katherine, that’s enough doubting,
I’m going to tear your blouse from your bosum!
And all the others! They went for drive!
The dirge comes first...