Katya-Katerina (BG)
Cardin's warehouses are burning-noisy
Hooters are buzzing, people worry
And only one waif vagabond
In mute anguish unclear where to is strolling
He has two million of copper money
He has a yard in brocade and in pearls
And he, scoundrel, left his love
He was a second mate of captain
The hooter sang, and the song ended
And ships long ago had gone to the bottom
What to me now is love and compassion;
What to me now is perdition and prison?
Really I knew that you – are my wife?
Oh, my blood, oh, Katya-Katerina,
Really I knew that you – are my wife?
Cardin's warehouses are burning-noisy
Hooters are buzzing, people worry
And only one waif vagabond
In mute anguish unclear where to is strolling
And only one waif vagabond
In mute anguish unclear where to is strolling
Cardin's warehouses are burning-noisy
Hooters are buzzing, people worry
And only one waif vagabond
In mute anguish unclear where to is strolling
He has two million of copper money
He has a yard in brocade and in pearls
And he, scoundrel, left his love
He was a second mate of captain
The hooter sang, and the song ended
And ships long ago had gone to the bottom
What to me now is love and compassion;
What to me now is perdition and prison?
Really I knew that you – are my wife?
Oh, my blood, oh, Katya-Katerina,
Really I knew that you – are my wife?
Cardin's warehouses are burning-noisy
Hooters are buzzing, people worry
And only one waif vagabond
In mute anguish unclear where to is strolling
And only one waif vagabond
In mute anguish unclear where to is strolling