Текст песни А завтра её на убой снесут те самые руки - что грели в мороз и так усердно спасали от скуки.....

Cat in a cage looking at the roof
Just above where the draw wire patterns ,
Down where the run mouse
And something usually thrown out the window,
And the barking of dogs quieter and quieter .

Cat in a cage squinting slyly
And sharpening its claws on the bars , somewhere native backyard
And hiss old burners, sometime in the spring ,
Once again, the river is full of fish .

And it may even better
What she does not know ,
Do not live through the night .

Cat in a cage does not care about birds or pigeons , no tits
Do not touch it and never will always
Washed, warmed , fed and never
Hungry & quot; meow & quot; will not be sung .

Cat in a cage caught loop
And tomorrow it will be demolished to slaughter those same hands ,
That fed her , heated in cold weather
And so diligently saved from boredom

And it may even better
What she does not know ,
Do not live through the night .

And somewhere along the iron tanks
Sisters in plastic film
Confused looking for potatoes, a piece of fish
And well-fed cat tailor mat
Again, see colorful dreams .