22.04.2019
My cat and I
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My cat and I like to look out of a window,
Makes no difference if streets are sunny or dark.
I will pour him milk, but for myself I'll take wine,
After all, if cats drink wine, the result is quite stark.
And we drink, because, frankly, we do quite like it.
Cat will snack on some fish, I'll smoke since I didn't quit.
And look, the snow is now melting - spring has arrived
But the one who comes to me - she is not my wife:
Just the word 'wife' to the very bone leaves me chilled
And cat is hissing - long are memories of strife.
Then, the windows change, and from the windows - the views.
We know that anywhere, we'll have enough of milk and wine,
That everywhere, we will have enough freedom and long nights,
And we are fine that the cat is mine, but I belong to no one.
We felt both cold and sweltering heat - the world is small,
We exchanged compartment walls for the apartment's walls,
What is ahead? Oh, should the answer be known at all,
We would close the curtains, turn on the lights, have a ball!...
But life is short, and once more, the moon is sorrowful,
Touch a fallen star - and hand is burned by fire!...
At times I tell myself: 'Try to forget, let it heal,
Don't feel sorry for yourself - pity the cat that can't drink wine!
Don't feel sorry for yourself - pity the cat that can't drink wine!
My cat and I like to look out of a window...
My cat and I like to look out of a window...
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