Пакет конфет - Сидим с котом под столом
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We're sitting under the table with the cat
Waiting for a sausage from the table
Maybe a piece of fish, someone's sock smells
And stomach acid is churning in my stomach
We're sitting under the table with the cat
Waiting for a sausage from the table
Maybe a couple of cutlets, or at least a vinaigrette
Will brighten up our gloomy banquet with the cat
I'm so hungry
I can't sit still
It doesn't even need to be heated
And herring under a fur coat
I'd like some tasty tuna
Or at least some aspic
A cucumber would do
I'm incredibly hungry
We're sitting under the table with the cat
Waiting for a sausage from the table
Maybe a piece of fish, someone's sock smells
And stomach acid is churning in my stomach
We're sitting under the table with the cat
Waiting for a sausage from the table
Maybe a couple of cutlets, or at least a vinaigrette
Will brighten up our gloomy banquet with the cat
The guests are eating
Shish kebabs with both cheeks
Under the table, I only have
The smell of someone's foot
They're laughing and drinking
Singing Leps loudly
But they're not giving anything
To me and the cat
We're sitting under the table with the cat
Waiting for a sausage from the table
Maybe a piece of fish, someone's sock smells
And stomach acid is churning in my stomach
We're sitting under the table with the cat
Waiting for a sausage from the table
Maybe a couple of cutlets, or at least a vinaigrette
Will brighten up our gloomy banquet with the cat