En Katt På Min Kudde - Александр Рыбак

Jag ville jag vore en Tarzan,

som svävade i en lian,

som slogs med tigrar och lejon

i djungelen hela da’n.

Jag önskar mig vara en he-man,

en ytterst hemlig agent,

som de hårdaste smällar fått smaka,

som de snyggaste «brudarna» känt.

Det ligger en katt på min kudde,

han ligger och spinner på rygg.

Jag håller en hand på hans mage —

det värmer, jag känner mig trygg.

Och kisse han svänger och vrider

sin stora, lurviga svans.

Jag tanker så sorgligt det vore

om vi båda just nu inte fanns!

Jag ville vara Casanova,

som klarade allt i sex.

En tio, tolv kvinnor om natten

utan det minsta komplex.

En kille för porrinstituten

att satsa en summa på.

Det skulle bli många millioner,

i bankboken skulle det stå.

Det ligger en katt på min kudde,

han ligger och spinner på rygg.

Jag håller en hand på hans mage —

det värmer, jag känner mig trygg.

Och kisse han svänger och vrider

sin stora, lurviga svans.

Jag tanker så sorgligt det vore

om vi båda just nu inte fanns!

Här sitter jag ensam och nynnar

och skriver en visa ibland.

Det är den «fan i båten»,

som jag orkar ro i land.

Det ligger en katt på min kudde,

han ligger och spinner på rygg.

Jag håller en hand på hans mage —

det värmer, jag känner mig trygg.

Och kisse han svänger och vrider

sin stora, lurviga svans.

Jag tänker så sorgligt det vore

om vi båda just nu inte fanns!

I wish i were a Tarzan

suspended in a liane,

who fought with tigers and lions

in the jungle all day.

I wish I was a he-man,

a very secret agent,

who had gotten the hardest hits

and known the prettiest broads.

A cat lies on my pillow,

he is lies puring on his back

I’m holding a hand on his tummy

it warms, I’m feeling safe

And kitty he’s swinging and twisting

his big, fluffy tail.

I’m thinking how sad it would be

if we two didn’t exist!

I wish I were Casanova

who could manage everything in sex.

Ten twelve women a night

without any complex.

A guy for the porn institutes

to bet some money on.

It would become many millions

the bank account would show.

A cat lies on my pillow,

he is lies puring on his back

I’m holding a hand on his tummy

it warms, I’m feeling safe

And kitty he’s swinging and twisting

his big, fluffy tail.

I’m thinking how sad it would be

if we two didn’t exist!

Here I sit alone and hum

and write a song sometimes

It is the «devil in the boat»,

who I managed to row to the shore.

A cat lies on my pillow,

he is lies puring on his back

I’m holding a hand on his tummy

it warms, I’m feeling safe

And kitty he’s swinging and twisting

his big, fluffy tail.

I’m thinking how sad it would be

if we two didn’t exist!

I wish I was a Tarzan,

floating in a vine,

who fought with tigers and lions

in the jungle all day long.

I wish I was a he-man,

an top secret agent,

which the hardest bangs have tasted,

as the most handsome «brides» known.

There's a cat lying on my pillow,

he lies and spins on his back.

I hold a hand on his stomach -

it's warm, I feel safe.

And pussy he swings and twists

his big, furry tail.

I think how sad it would be

if we both did not exist right now!

I wanted to be Casanova,

who managed everything in six.

One ten, twelve women at night

without the slightest complex.

A guy for porn institutes

to bet a sum on.

There would be many millions,

in the bank book it should say.

There's a cat lying on my pillow,

he lies and spins on his back.

I hold a hand on his stomach -

it's warm, I feel safe.

And pussy he swings and twists

his big, furry tail.

I think how sad it would be

if we both did not exist right now!

Here I sit alone and hum

and writes a show sometimes.

It's the "fuck in the boat"

as I manage to row ashore.

There's a cat lying on my pillow,

he lies and spins on his back.

I hold a hand on his stomach -

it's warm, I feel safe.

And pussy he swings and twists

his big, furry tail.

I think how sad it would be

if we both did not exist right now!

I wish I were a Tarzan

suspended in a liane,

who fought with tigers and lions

in the jungle all day.

I wish I was a he-man,

a very secret agent,

who had gotten the hardest hits

and known the prettiest broads.

A cat lies on my pillow,

he is lies puring on his back

I’m holding a hand on his tummy

it warms, I'm feeling safe

And kitty he’s swinging and twisting

his big, fluffy tail.

I’m thinking how sad it would be

if we two did not exist!

I wish I were Casanova

who could manage everything in sex.

Ten twelve women a night

without any complex.

A guy for the porn institutes

to bet some money on.

It would become many millions

the bank account would show.

A cat lies on my pillow,

he is lies puring on his back

I’m holding a hand on his tummy

it warms, I'm feeling safe

And kitty he’s swinging and twisting

his big, fluffy tail.

I’m thinking how sad it would be

if we two did not exist!

Here I sit alone and hum

and write a song sometimes

It is the «devil in the boat»,

who I managed to row to the shore.

A cat lies on my pillow,

he is lies puring on his back

I’m holding a hand on his tummy

it warms, I'm feeling safe

And kitty he’s swinging and twisting

his big, fluffy tail.

I’m thinking how sad it would be

if we two did not exist!