Тёплые коты [Tioplye koty] [English translation]

Winter is so cold,

So forlorn and white;

Soon there will be an inevitable

Warmth deficiency.

We'll start saving ourselves

From this warmth-destitution,

So soon warm cats

Will be in fashion again.

We will pet all purring,

Warm, sleepy, real cats,

Rubbing furry tummies.

Everything is fickle

In strange human world;

Soft purring cats

Are constant.

Everybody is running home

From cold and empty streets,

So soon warm cats

Will be in fashion again.

Warm cats

Float in the skies like clouds;

Thoughts are overflown

With purring cats.

Claws can dig into a leg,

But, believe me, leg is not a heart;

Cats don't wound

As people do sometimes.

A warm cat will console me,

Lay on a sore spot,

And I will fall asleep, hugging

A warm cat.

Come to play,

To shed hair on owner's jersey,

To tear a book,

To scratch a chair.

Come to me

From the world of strange winter dreams,

Discard prejudices,

Wake up your cats.

We will pet all purring,

Warm, sleepy, real cats,

Rubbing furry tummies.

Everything is fickle

In strange human world;

Soft purring cats

Are constant.

Claws can dig into leg,

But, believe me, leg is not a heart;

Cats don't wound

As people do sometimes.

A warm cat will console me,

Lay on a sore spot,

And I will fall asleep, hugging

A warm cat.

• Artist:Flëur
• Album:2008 - Эйфория