A Dark-Eyed Cossack Girl

A dark-eyed young Cossack girl Once did shoe my horse's hooves, Then she asked me for some silver - Gave herself little value. What's your name, my little dear? And this dear said to me: My name can only be heard, In the gallop of a steed. I went riding down a street, And I galloped down a road. On a path, among the brown, and the greyest of all stones. Masha, Zina, Dasha, Nina? None of them, it seems, are her. 'Katya, Katya,' cutting through me, From the horseshoes can be heard. From that time, starting to ride, In a gallop, the first step, 'Katya, Katya, Katerina,' I whisper to myself again. What a massive fool I am, I've already another! But, my Katya, like a song, can't be Dragged out from my soul, brother. A dark-eyed young Cossack girl Once did shoe my horse's hooves, Then she asked me for some silver - Gave herself little value. What's your name, my little dear? And this dear said to me: My name can only be heard, In the gallop of a steed.