Текст песни Посторонних.net - Жил-был кот

In the yard was a cat lived, called him a freak
The tail is cut off on foot and is limping.
Cat looked like a bandit
Life in every one was shmanaet.
He looks look he hermit people
At the heart of the wounds, pain and resentment.
What is the name, he runs, then naked blow
I get out lame cattle.

He's in his life believed in people
They forgive the pain.
A cold heart brutal story
He claimed as an angel with him.

Suddenly, an explosion was heard a human cry!
Dogs groan overcome with anger.
And smile over how freak lies,
In a pool of blood with a timid breath.
I ran up to him, driving away the dogs
Beal blood through the temples of resentment.
Gently taking your hands, I wondered how so
This cat has seen species.
Carefully he suffered, as if afraid it
Reason there is more pain.
And he was feeling the caress, not openly,
Purr, she found the will of the soul!