Текст песни ПилОт - Про кота

For five hills under the purple sky
It's a house.
At the window, on the armchair, under a green rug
He sleeps.
People fled, throwing things,
Such a thing is war.
Its skin is more expensive, of course,
Lost the cat.
There was a time to remember
And take it with you,
"But are the animals here?" -
Tells you, probably, any.

Where there is a horse in the mane
Golden Evening
I carried it,
The cat is depressed
In a dream. Everyone asks
Milk.
Will meet him soon
At the gate of heaven
Warm,
Behind the five hills, under the purple sky
It's a house.