Каждому по коту!

And then it’s like that - bam! And you’re 50 years old. Then my back hurts, then my hip creaks. And it’s more important for you to feed the cat, Than to wave a sword, to plant good. The helmet and shield are hung in place. Executioners, dictators - will wait, Because the truth is somewhere out there, And the hungry kitty - here it is. You’re not going to be out of breath... Tired, From dawn to night at the post. But you come home, you take the cat... I wish I could give it to everyone a cat!