Young Cossack:
With this blade I will deprive her of life
This beautiful girl strongly bound.
Her face is pale, her eyes are hazy
How delightful it will be to cut her up!
Maria:
Madness in the eyes,
It's not my beloved!
Not the one I fell in love with!
The knife is risen in his hand,
My end is near!
Mom! I’m so very scared!
Young Cossack:
With this blade I will deprive her of life,
I will rip open her body, deprive her of breath!
Cut the skin, chop the fingers,
And I shall drink up the innocent blood!
Maria:
Madness in the eyes,
It's not my beloved!
Not the one I loved!
I am calling you, Mother! Help me please!
Your doll is at my heart!