Текст песни Lancelot - Котенок

Kitten

He walked the snow-covered path,
Quietly, she mewed plaintively.
He was afraid of a little outcast
Every rustle and sound.
Shivering with cold and darkness,
But the legs warmed breathing.
And so I wanted to be with people,
Warm gentle touch!
Green eyes look Orphan
Raised in hope to the sky:
The star is similar to the chicken,
A month - like a slice of bread.
He lowered his muzzle.
A tear fell fragile icicles.
And in the snowy edge
He wandered back of the footpath.
But suddenly, in the distance he saw the house
And the light, beckoning from the window,
Rushed stupid moth
On a slippery, narrow path.
I jumped safely to the threshold
And mewed, that there are forces.
He wanted in the royal palace
Sign of the icy grave.
Creaked open the door
Behind it, laughing, girl:
& Quot; came to me hungry beast? & Quot;
And I took the kitten in his arms.
Fluffy, little black ball,
And a white spot on the neck.
Sticking Wet crest.
Eyes grass is greener.
The girl of the blond braid
Old terry robe,
Big brown eyes.
& Quot; Well, let's go to the kitchen, brother? & Quot;
Lacan, he eagerly milk
She purred and winced slightly.
Suppose that before everything was dark,
He believed in the bright road.
'' I call you Lance,
And, if you like, be with me.
After all, you are now - my family,
Given to me by fate. ''
He would wake her in the morning,
Licking sweet cheeks.
The window to the garden to watch loved,
Drive through the rooms glomeruli.
With walking girl met
I sat obediently on the thresholds,
And on the night of songs she purred,
Lying quietly on her feet.
She loved to play with him,
To bind the wrapper,
With a smile in the nose kiss,
Attach to the collar ribbon.

Three years have passed since then.
Puss becomes a kitten.
It became part of the yard to escape
And stout, like a pig.
He stopped to play with a ball,
He lay all day in the corner of the lazy,
He does not run his tail,
She purrs rarely without a motive.
Lost to Lance interest.
On the back of the iron stopped.
Spihnuv the bed, so as not climbed,
Cat still sent out into the corner.
And he looked hurt,
Longingly on the floor lay.
Then one day as falling asleep,
He suddenly awoke.
I opened the door to the street.
As she came in, laughing hostess
And in the trembling hands of the beast.
'' Welcome, my bunny. ''
Fluffy, little white ball,
And a black spot on his neck.
Sticking Wet crest,
And the eyes of the sky bluer.
In the kitchen she went with him,
He pushed another bowl
And milk is poured there,
Stroked a brand new pussy.
Scruff Lance silently taking,
On the street he threw.
He cried plaintively: & quot; PFI! & Quot;
She yawned in response to it.
Claws in panic zashkreb
Dumb door in a hall
But here again, the cold coffin
It meets on the doorstep.

He walked the snow-covered path,
Quietly, she mewed plaintively.
He was afraid of a little outcast
Every rustle and sound.
Shivering with cold and darkness,
But the legs warmed breathing.
And so I wanted to be with people,
Warm gentle touch!
Green eyes look Orphan
Raised in hope to the sky:
The star is similar to the chicken,
A month - like a slice of bread.
He lowered his muzzle.
A tear fell fragile icicles.
And in the snowy edge
I walked the familiar path.
But suddenly, in the distance he saw the light,
There, in front, middle of the road,
Do not even leave a trace,
I rushed to the tremulous anxiety.
He believed - a sweet home -
And represents the warmth of the fireplace.
Strike! And crunching under the wheel.
With headlights swept the car.
Roadside. Is Red snow.
Inside, a soft sound of a romance.
Collar inscription: & quot; I am forever
Do not stop loving kitten Lance! & Quot;

Easy moral of this verse:
Kohl you ever loved,
The answer hold for the words
And those whom you have tamed.

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