Текст песни Гакхан - Кошка

You know yourself, all life is a game
For the one born yesterday;
Only the black raven knows
Who will endure until the morning.

The crow in the thicket extinguishes the light
Will not give advice to anyone;
That's why the raven is black
And it lives for three hundred years.

Life is a black cat with a white tail
Life is a black cat with a white tail
With a white fluffy tail.

I see footprints in the snow.
People are walking in boots
And behind them is death-old woman
On crooked legs crawls.

There is a noose hanging from the oak tree,
And under it is the earth of cheese -
Everything has been ready for a long time
Fun for a fool.

Life is a black cat with a white tail
Life is a black cat with a white tail
With a white fluffy tail.

You, like me, came from the mountain,
You don't know the whole game.
Who will fall, who will rise,
We do not know for the time being.

I am the blacksmith of my misfortune
You are the blacksmith of your misfortune
I won't go with you
And don't go with me.

After all, life is a black cat with a white tail
Life is a black cat with a white tail
With a white fluffy tail.

I am that raven on the oak tree
I sing into my trumpet.
Whoever you are, I am no less
Don't roll your lip.

Oak under the stars in the forest
Keeps the ground hanging
While he saves me
Maybe I'll save you