What’s with you, shaving your eyebrows, slut? How come you’ve put on your blue beret, whore? And where are you off to, bitch? I saw the other ticket to the club! You know I dote on you, don’t you, That I’m ready to steal for you night and day! But of late I’ve noticed something about you, You’ve started to be unfaithful too much. If it’s with Kolka or even Slavka, OK! I’ve got nothing against friends. But if it’s with Vitka from Pervaya Periaslavka - Then I’ll break your legs, I’ll send you back to God! Red-haired broad, I’ll not keep it from you: If you go on wearing your blue beret I won’t touch you-I’ll bury you in my soul And have you covered with cement. And when summer comes-you’ll come back again! But I’ll pick me a lady the likes of which Will turn you green with envy, bitch. You’ll say: Forgive me, but I won’t give a damn.
© H. William Tjalsma. Translation, 1982