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< Tim Skorenko



When under the yoke of chilly water falls firmament,
There will come a year is the black, heavy gloomy year
You say, okay, let him go, and pass pobudet,
And I need to be happy cat fluffy gray cat.

But I say: of course not, not on your nelly not
I do not need no bright light or loud sound of coins,
When interrupting a period of years, come sea of ​​troubles,
Then I will need a blanket, the usual warm blanket.

We do quarrel, my light, it will shake the Earth,
ball And the cat is with you and will remain with me a blanket.
You'll be there myself with a cat, I'll be there with a blanket,
We leave everything for later, and our days will be held.

Believe me, for the happiness of a cat is small as small rug for happiness,
It will take, and the autumn and winter, it may take and the sea of ​​troubles,
Behind them followed a heavy year in the distant edge,
And it will be a blanket and a cat will be, and you and I will.

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