Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Песенка про черного кота

Okudzhava
From the courtyard - the famous staircase
titled & quot; back door & quot ;.
In the entrance, in the estate,
home to the Black Cat.
He mustache hides a grin,
Darkness him - as a shield.
All cats sing and cry -
This black cat is silent.

He has long been not catch mice,
grins into his mustache,
It catches us on parole,
on a piece of sausage.

It does not require, do not ask,
his yellow eyes burning.
Everyone makes it
and & quot; thank you & quot; He says.

He did not utter a sound -
only eats and drinks only.
Dirty floor claws touch
both throat poskrebet.

That is why, to know cheerless,
the house in which we live.
It should be used to hang a light bulb ...
Money is not everything will gather