Текст песни Кшановський Андрій - Кіт біля воріт

& quot; The Cat at the gate & quot; (words and music -Kshanovskyy Andrew)
I born kitten.
Woke up crying all morning.
And reigning joy in my eyes.
It is small and still hear the fear.
Already blooming flowers and got to somewhere cold
Fly birds sing is about to.
The sun warms everyone abounds all around.
Rustling forests, green meadows all.
Dissolved clouds, sky blue wins
At the gate of my sleeping little kitten.
The sun heats the hair and whispers sweet dreams.
The breeze tickles, blowing the breath of spring.
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Chorus :
The cat is sleeping at the gate.
He knows not that cruel world.
The cat is sleeping at the gate.
Time is not afraid and does not count years.
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Sleep my young friend and cast all thought.
In my memory all the years you shall.
Your furry tail calms me.
It is a pity that this time, like the wild, somewhere drives.
You lie innocently and curled into a ball.
you murchysh the singing precious swallows.
Nabyraysya forces, for you still rise.
Well, I watch as you gently asleep.
Furry friend, and well, you grew up.
Feel free to walk and turn up your nose.
The mice you catch, house ones.
In the rays of the sun always innocently going.