Текст песни БГ - Песня про черного кота

From the courtyard entrance famous
Called the back door.
In the entrance, a manor
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 drinks.
Dirty floor claws touch,
As the heart proskrebet.

He had no catches mice,
He grins his mustache.
Catches Us on parole,
On a piece of sausage.

It does not require, not asking,
Yellow eyes of his burns.
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