Текст песни В Холодной Ванной - хардкот

You all made-up and far-fetched
and which would not have been important and need each other
you all the extras for my cat
he goes back and forth and thinking about other people's poems
he writes in his sleep raskazy
of fountains on Mars and dances with other cats on the moon
purring in my ear to me about their pussies
and eat your fucking vegetable Whiskas
fondled on foot
it does not happen a lot of attention
I certainly do not love all cats
but my god it's just a cat
his tender paws as soft slippers
do not mind when he asks additives
his mustache tickled face
wool remains on the shirt
and only he knows everything about everything and can entertain the whole house
in his throat when he is sad and without it somehow empty