My cat is not guilty of your cowardice
It has not psychoanalyst complex
Don't you be afraid neither of its eyes
nor of his seven lives
Bright
It walks slowly and dodges giants
Strange-glanced, stylish-jumped
Little trace of savage brute
So let it, it does not ask for caresses
It does not need my love
It knows about my scratch
About my feline mouth
I cheat you, I steal your days
I make a mess of your hands
I hide and I lose myself
I become a strange without soul
Guilty that run away from the sun
I drank your shame in the bars
I slept on the doorways
I treaded the pieces of your heart
My cat is much better than me
My cat does not want Septembers
That cheat the world
It does not wreck towns
into deep comas
It does not know about anger, it does not kill by pleasure
So let it, it does not ask for caresses
It does not need my love
It knows about my scratch
About my feline mouth
I cheat you, I steal your days
I make a mess of your hands
I hide and I lose myself
I become a strange without soul
Guilty that run away from the sun
I drank your shame in the bars
I slept on the doorways
I treaded the pieces of your heart
My cat is much better than me
And I drank your shame in the bars
I slept on the doorways
I treaded the pieces of your heart
My cat is much better than me