Текст песни Иван Пинженин - У моей серой кошки блохи

My gray cat black fleas
But it is silent on how it is bad .
Maybe the same and we will be able to :
as in any way hold out until the winter .
My gray cat - kittens
when they grow up - become shavermoy ,
as I am, tie , neat ,
I wander between Kirch and taverns.
My gray cat again in November
and she wanted to cry and drink milk ,
and if it were not for our with you anyhow , if only ,
we would not have had so far .