Текст песни БГ - Песня про черного кота

From the courtyard entrance known
Under the name of the back door.
In the entrance, as the estate
He lives a black cat.
He mustache hides a grin,
Darkness him as a shield.
All cats sing and cry,
This black cat is silent.
He did not utter a sound,
Just eat and only drank.
Dirty nails touch the floor,
As the heart proskrebet.
He had no catches mice,
Grins into his mustache.
Catches Us on parole,
On a piece of sausage.
It does not require, do not ask,
Yellow lights up his eyes.
Everyone makes it
And thanks says.
From that I know something is not fun
The house in which we live.
It should be used to hang a light bulb,
Money is not all gather.
B.Sh. Okudzhava