My cat is sick
And death's its sick-
Ness, my cat fell
Ill,she's dying.
Tears are over,
We are both bored,
We're so tired of
Wait'n for final.
We were in love
With each other
Too long to might
Still be in...
My cat is sick
And death's its sick-
Ness, my cat fell
Ill,she's dying.
She isn't afraid,
She isn't in pain.
I'm not in grief,
I don't regret.
Her little corps
Will be tonight
Plowed up with worms
On the scrapyard...
My cat is sick,
And death - its sick-
Ness,she's dying,
So - rest in peace.
Агата Кристи - кошка
Кошка
© Copyright: Таис Бочкарев, 2012
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Da, znayu etu pesniu. Vy ochen' hrabraya i umelaya perevodchica, Lady.
I kartina zaderzhivaet glaza... takaya... ritual'naya...
:)
Spasibo za udovol'stvie prochitat'! --
Наблюдательный 09.12.2012 06:59 • Заявить о нарушении
I kartina zaderzhivaet glaza... takaya... ritual'naya...
:)
Spasibo za udovol'stvie prochitat'! --
Наблюдательный 09.12.2012 06:59 • Заявить о нарушении