Tired of chasing the white bow ,
Dreaming about the taste of the master's cutlets
A ball turning its black body ,
Black kitten sleeps in a corner of the table.
And universe magically glow glare
Play on wool, escaping into the darkness ,
And it remains one of entertainment -
Envy him silently .
Oh , how I want to sprawl and sleep
And close hvostm face , not your hands ,
And dump with heavy showers and waste rock,
And in a dream to return the lost peace .
But nature has not given us peace ,
Us bipeds , not given such freedom ,
We are a completely different kind of animal ,
And all terribly important things .
Oh, I would , kitten, you changed ,
And would a cat , or a few days ,
And as you would in the spring on the roofs of loitering ,
But it would be perhaps a little wiser .
Oh, I would not run for the white bow .
Believe me, you get tired of it soon .
Its no more cat did not eat ,
After all, the cat does not eat paper .
Oh, how I want to be able to read in the dark,
And , like you, believe in the bow with a rope
Be like you, such as bold ,
Cunning , black , smart ,
And, as you have green eyes .
Sleep, kitty, rock melts my heart ,
Touch the tip of the tail to the universe.
Sleep, black kitten , extraordinary .
Sleep, I gotta go catch mice .
