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Oh, My Katerina
When I walk over to see you
oh, how you torture me
you have meatballs in the oven(?)
oh, my sweet Katerina
and you cook so sweetly
Oh, my Katerina
Katerina, my daughter
I want to tell you my complaints
eyes like chestnuts
tortured me
and I always want to cross over from your door
You have a clay casserole
and you cook bean soup
and from my pleasure
while I'm playing on my guitar
I sing to you a cantada
Oh, my Katerina
Katerina, my daughter
I want to tell you my complaints
eyes like chestnuts
tortured me
and I always want to cross over from your door
You make nice garlic soup
you put excessive oil
in your fish roe salad
your sauce, your tomato
that you put in your rice
Oh, my Katerina
Katerina, my daughter
I want to tell you my complaints
eyes like chestnuts
tortured me
and I always want to cross over from your door
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The source lyrics have been updated. Please review your translation.