Текст песни Игорь Белый - Наблюдение за природой

Outside the window a crow sitting
 And the cat has in mind,
 It also has a cat,
 Unfortunately, through the glass.
 And Crow reflects:
 & quot; Good him the dog,
 There's a warmth when outside
 These are the cold & quot ;.
 The cat licks his ear -
 Type does not have
 No stray crows,
 And he thought to himself:
 & quot; If I had me a face,
 Yes, these hands-hooks,
 Yes, these feet-wings
 As much as I caught it!
 & quot; Horseradish-one - thinks Raven -
 He fled mohnolapy.
 You watch, that by agitation
 Everything does not otlizal & quot ;.
 Côte little wax dim ever:
 & quot; I remember in some one thousand,
 Not you if I parshivku,
 Just do not let the feathers? & Quot;
 A glass between them goes
 And waves, poor -
 So I want to crow
 Reconcile it with the cat.
 It is bursting with happiness,
 Excitement sweats,
 Annealing proceeds -
 That's absolutely exhausted!
 I hit the crow here -
 Is the cat raskokal?
 Ivory no less surprised -
 Do not crow, and jock!
 And pleased with each other,
 Thus we sat the whole evening,
 A glass bottom strewn
 And let the bubbles.