
Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Song language: English
Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure |
It had something to do with the rain |
Leaching, loamy dirt |
And the way the back lane came alive |
Half moon whispered, «Go» |
For a while I heard you missing steps in the street |
And your anger pleading in an uncertain key |
Singing the sound that you found for me |
When the winter took the tips of my ears |
Found this noisy home |
Full of pigeons and places to hide |
And when the voices die |
I emerged to watch abandoned machines |
Waiting for their men to return |
I remember the way I would wait for you |
To arrive with kibble and a box full of beer |
How I’d scratch the empties desperate to hear |
You make the sound that you found for me |
After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby |
I’d let you brush my matted fur |
How I’d knead into your chest while you were sleeping |
Shallow breathing made me purr |
But I can’t remember the sound that you found for me |
I can’t remember the sound that you found for me |
I can’t remember the sound |