Текст песни Авсень - Серая кошка

gray cat at my feet
I curled up in a ball and warms me
hiding her nose behind bushy tail
we sit together with her by the fire

gray cat looks me in the eye
Arrows run, she goes to the door
it feels like it is approaching,
her black cat, probably unlock the door for her

every night he comes here
I hear weeping outside
today he is one, it is today one
gray cat in my house

I puppeteer, their thread in my hand,
but I will open the door for her
jumping on the stage, jumping into the night,
down, down, away, away

I will put on the table an old magazine
easy to lay your fingers on the trigger
last mouthfuls, smoke eats my eyes
look at the portrait and a bullet in the head

gray cat returns home
but in the morning no one will open the door for her
the owner sits at the extinct coal
He was lonely, now no