Текст песни Ольга Пулатова - Маленькие пушистые смерти

How can I bury you in the cold earth?
Recently, a warm friend of mine, you ozhivёsh maybe ...
I heard a faint squeak, and I can not sleep.
Little pink paws scratching in the frozen ground.

I do not know where to get away from small furry deaths.
The palms of my heart stop. Do not be furry children.

I go to the market animals. I buy another life.
Knowing in advance that in the future again have to go through me.
There is a cemetery in the garden, about which no one knows.
I think as they would get into his little fluffy heaven.

I do not know where to get away from small furry deaths.
The palms of my heart stop. Do not be furry children.

Many friends and neighbors, the garden or the garden,
And I have my little furry death in the frozen ground pounding.