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. Iíll dress you up in silk and velvet, In down and ashes and your soul I give to God - You wonít be any worse off than Tamarka, Whom I deprived of life last year. Donít be afraid, Kate, Katherine, Our lives flow like a stream! What kind of life there! Our life isnít very sweet! Indeed I donít stab dames every year. Katherine, thatís enough doubting, Iím going to tear your blouse from your bosum! And all the others! They went for drive! The dirge comes first...
© Peter Struwwel. Translation, ?