The Gypsy Infidel Wive’s Song by Alxander Pushkin

Old husband, fearsome husband,

Cut me, burn me slowly!

I am strong, so I fear

Neither knife nor fire lamely!

 I hate you, old husband,  

I despise you at all dreams;

I love another privily -

I am dying, loving tightly him.

Cut me, husband, burn me -

I will say nothing  in squeeze.

Old husband, fearsome husband,

You will not find out who he is.

He is fresher than spring,

Hotter than a summer day:

How young and brave he is!

 How he loves me so tight!

How I caressed him

In the silence of the night!

How we laughed then

At your gray hair white…