Zima tak kholodna,
Tak bespriyutna i bela,
Skoro budet neizbezhnyy
Defitsit tepla,
Nachnyem spasat'sya my
Ot etoy teplo-nishchety,
Znachit, snova budut v mode
Tyeplye koty.
Budem gladit' vsekh murchashchikh,
Tyeplykh, sonnykh, nastoyashchikh,
Zapuskaya ruki v mekhovye zhivoty.
Peremenchivy vse veshchi
V strannom mire chelovech'em,
Postoyanny myagkie,
Murchashchie koty.
Vse begut domoy
S kholodnykh ulits i pustykh,
Znachit, snova budut v mode
Tyeplye koty.
Tyeplye koty
Letyat po nebu oblakami,
Mysli perepolneny
Murchashchimi kotami.
Kogti mogut vpit'sya v nogu,
No noga, pover', ne serdtse,
Koshki tak ne ranyat,
Kak lyudishki inogda.
Tyeplyy kot menya uteshit,
Lyazhet na bol'noe mesto
I usnu ya, obnimaya
Tyeplogo kota.
Prikhodi igrat',
Khozyaykin sviter obsherstit',
Knizhku rasterzat',
Ob kreslo kogti potochit'.
Prikhodi ko mne
Iz mira strannykh zimnikh snov,
Plyun' na predrassudki,
Razbudi svoikh kotov.
Budem gladit' vsekh murchashchikh,
Tyeplykh, sonnykh, nastoyashchikh,
Zapuskaya ruki v mekhovye zhivoty.
Peremenchivy vse veshchi
V strannom mire chelovech'em,
Postoyanny myagkie
Murchashchie koty
Kogti mogut vpit'sya v nogu,
No noga, pover', ne serdtse,
Koshki tak ne ranyat,
Kak lyudishki inogda.
Tyeplyy kot menya uteshit,
Lyazhet na bol'noe mesto
I usnu ya, obnimaya
Tyeplogo kota.