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arikalika @ 2010-03-27T00: 15:00

Valentin Berestov

Murka-koshurka
(to the tune of famous song "Murka")

Whose figure,
smoky skin,
waiting for us outside it, something inside.
This is our Murka,
Kitty
-koshurka,
clinging to the door and asks: "Open!"

You see, in the little corner
Two brilliant points
lit all night long?
Murochka not sleep,
Rove like a tigress,
from mice flat guards.

morning shone, -
Dap on a blanket!
and Murch, purring: "Mur-mur-mur!
whole day playing, That
balls rolls,
That gnaws at the telephone cord.

In March, in the moonlight,
As infants,
crying, straining cats.
Murka - jumping on a chair,
climbed out the window.
And she disappeared! Murka, Where Art Thou?

Where are you, Murka, you wander?
Why do not you come?
Ile our house you no longer sweet?
eh I did not get along with you?
eh I'm not stroking?
I only weapon you sour cream is not fed?

Whose figure,
smoky skin?
whose eyes shine out of hiding?
there sat Murka,
Cat-koshurka.
Beside her sat the seven kittens.