Текст песни Evan Gard - 04 Тише мыши

"Hush the mouse - the cat on the roof,
And the kittens are even higher ... "
excerpt from the children's reading room

Who is rustling on the old roof?
The same fuss at night.
Higher than the roof, quieter than the mouse -
You will be swallowed by the darkness of the cat.

He has eyes like cups
The womb is like a boiler cauldron.
Aunt cat's claws
And the cat’s daggers.

Someone will attack inaudibly
Death will come slowly.
Dies in a mink with a mouse,
The soul fidgets quietly.

And on the little white snowdrifts -
Feet, like snow, -
They’ll go severely through the coffins
Hundreds of little kittens.