Текст песни болдер - прощальное для кошки под Шопена

Well, one cat on earth has become less ...

She went to where many have already gone

To the aunt of death (to which all is small and small).

We all live on its territory.

Eh, Mask ... This is a poem

It will be better for you than just crying.

Sorry, I made a decision

Put you to sleep. It turns out I am your executioner.

And these two girls .. One very young,

It was her first day at work,

Believe me, she is fucking herself

I watched you vomit

Green, from soporific injections,

She made the last hellish sounds.

You didn’t understand these jokes,

It turns out that we made it easier for you.

The second, (also young, but with a big bust)

I did everything confidently, but somehow ugly.

Constantly repeating, fulfilled, with feeling

"Everything is fine ..." while doing the killing ...

So, these two girls, they EXECUTED,

And I made the decision. And you are gone.

They have not known you for twelve years,

And I knew you, and you did not expect ...

I thought, I’ll spare it, at least once.

Not spared ... This is not the first time with us ...

But you little tattered lump

I dipped in a cage with wet eyes.

They were waiting for this, these babes!

Usually everyone cries while they go about their business.

I left, leaving at the cash desk two thousand.

He came with you, but left with your body ...

Koshara, just don’t think about THEM badly,

I just blame someone on someone.

If I were a man, not a sucker

I would have turned your neck or let you down.

Further for you was a mystery

And for me, a farce, with a tragic bias:

In a dark forest clutching at you with a death grip

I walked with your body like with a mobile phone-

It seemed to me that my heart was still pounding,

But it pounded my frantic pulse. I was a brake.

And how could I take care of you for the last time,

If not in a similar way?

Do not leave you alive on the street

Still warm. I peered into your eyes, Masya ...

You looked like a dinosaur squinting:

Eyes are yellow, like that poisonous mass

That does not see the difference between a cat and a man,

When brings peace, mortal gifts.

You spent your first dead night with a trash bag.

I went bowling, chasing balls ...

 

The next day, finding a place

Where to bury you ... by the way, I do not understand

What was guided then, honestly.

To make it more convenient? But who is more convenient?

You don't care anymore, me either. This is significant!

Nature itself offers a sedative remedy.

All dead cats look the same

How I remember them from early childhood.

Buried. Thumped. I didn’t invent anything new.

While digging a hole, I came across a splinter: the bottom of the bottle.

I took it with me, then threw it into the urn.

Thanks to you, Masya, the forest has become cleaner.

 So you did not live in vain ...