Katherine, Kate, Katherine!
I do like everything about you!
You like a Christmas tree. You cost one ruble fifty,
To put price up - put any dress on you.

I’ll buy you every funky dress with bunts and roses,
With golden things and everything you want -
Don’t worry, you’ll look better then Dolores,
The one I killed last year she was hot!

Don’t be afraid my Kate, my dear Kathy,
And our life will go nicely through!
Not only that! It will be sweet and sweaty!
I’m cutting girls not every year though.

My dear Katherine, make up your mind!
I’ll hack my t-shirt on my holly chest -
To everyone I’ll show finger! Got it?
Let’s go baby! Later you’ll be dead...