Текст песни taha - Мартовская кошка

They shut off the brain from the ears
They stopped to look at the mice
They burden of painful reality and a dream
They have to leave their home

And to find the one that, alas, does not get it
The usual places are choose
There, where the fire is burning behind the window
Oh, how shitty be March cat.

And they would keep silent, but it hurts too late
They are overworked, all it became serious
And they would have to regret, but too bold
They do not live more than from books.

They choose, but they do not want,
After all, they are taking the small kittens
No one is trying to understand at least a little,
Oh, how shitty be March cat.

Yes, they were smiling, but his eyes,
Everything else say a word
Their games are finished, the map revealed,
The secret declassified, hopes killed.

And that is - scratch paper
Ink claws pity poor
It is - it is impossible bold chips,
That was the March cat ...

02.03.2007.
(C) taha 2012