Текст песни Lyubtsova Yuliya - Рыжий кот

And sometimes children are cruel
When you're not like others,
Outcast peers believe you
For the color of hair and cannabis gold.
Vanya has turned seven today,
He was like the sun always,
His eyes blueness shone like
Clean, deep sea, water.
On the children's cheeks dimples were playing,
With laughter filled life full.
But children of such values ​​do not notice
For God's gift they have their own price.
His birthday, Vanya waited a long time.
He believed that on this day, the desire,
Must come true, well, the dream itself,
not about toys not about dating at all,
(With the heroes of famous movies,
As children, those that in the yard desired
Ivan Dreamed of a friend for a long time,
After all, everyone around him did not understand.
It was Monday at about five,
He was waiting for his mother at the window with robots,
On the sidewalk behind their glass,
I saw there the fate of coups.
The mighty wind whistled mercilessly
He tore off everything he saw on the way,
He forced trees to slope
Welcome the coming of winter.
Cold rain solemnly
pounded on the roofs, those skyscrapers,
that stretched to the skies he was catching up
longing and nostalgia for warm days,
that carried away like birds fly to heights.
In the darkness of gray, hopeless everyday life,
Flashed the shadows of anxious people
What miserable, sad their fate
Run in the crowd, overlook others.
The grim faces hid under umbrellas,
And everyone was thinking only about one thing.
How to hurry up your affairs,
To return to your cozy home.
Above the city hung clouds
Suddenly the rain ended and cast silver,
In a whirling waltz with flakes of snow
All covered beginning circle.
Among the crowd of glimpses of passersby,
On the sidewalk illuminating windows,
The kitten sat there until the thread got wet,
And his wool color was golden.
He shivered from the cold like a leaflet
And his gaze was hopeless and empty,
Kitten hunger tormented two nights in a row
About the kindness of people, he even more forgotten.
When he dreamed of living in a bright house,
A family filled with love and warmth
Play with children and amuse them enough,
But faith in the best left him.
After all, hopelessness sometimes eats us,
We believe in forgetting miracles
But sooner or later everything you dream about
It happens that heaven helps us.
And oddly enough, on that gloomy day,
Dreams come true with one magic thread
Vanyushka got a friend himself,
Taking home and giving love very much.
Already as a year their friendship has no limit.
From school, Ivan is speeding home.
And on the window with love patiently,
waiting for and always meets a red cat.