Small furry death
As you can I
In the cold land to bury.
Recently, a warm my little friend,
Ozhivesh you can be.
I heard a faint squeak,
And I can not sleep.
Small pink paws
Scratching on the frozen ground.
I do not know where to get away
From small furry deaths.
In the palms of my heart failure
Children will not be fluffy.
I'm going to market animals,
Buy another life,
Knowing that in the future again
I'll have to go through.
There is a cemetery in the front garden
About which nobody knows
I think how they would get
In his little fluffy heaven.
I do not know where to get away
From these furry deaths.
In the palms of my heart failure
Children will not be fluffy.
Many friends and neighbors,
Garden or the garden.
And I have my little furry death
In the frozen ground pounding
