Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - В том подъезде, как в поместье, проживает Черный Кот...

From the courtyard - the famous staircase
Titled & quot; back door & quot ;.
In the entrance, in the estate,
Lives Black Cat.
He mustache hides a grin,
The darkness of it - 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 floor claws touch
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 & quot; thank you & quot; He says.
That is why, to know cheerless,
The house in which we live.
It should be used to hang a light bulb ...
Money still does not collect.