Don't go crying now
He was strolling leisurely
He had no collar
He was free to go
And come back to eat
He wasn't even a prisoner
Of your insane love

You wouldn't have wanted
Him to live like a fool
On the couch
Far from the gutters of the pigeons
He was an adventurer
You wouldn't have wanted him tied up
He would have meowed at you: "Death to the cows!"

The little cat is dead
He fell from the roof
That's how it is
He slipped on I don't know what
And crash
We'll bury him tomorrow, I swear
In a nice shoe box

The little cat is dead
And you and I are so-so
Because of what? Because it's
Always like this
Why is it always the little cats
And never the men who fall from the roofs?

He was a real flea bag
Even freer than a dog
Not the type for a sugar cube
To lick your hand
But freedom, you see
Is not without danger, that's why
It doesn't run the streets or the roofs

He was a real Titi
The terror of the little birds
At night he would go grey
To crunch them all hot
It's a bit nasty
But have you ever eaten a sparrow
It's no more disgusting than a McDonald's

The little cat is dead
He fell from the roof
That's how it is
He slipped on I don't know what
And crash
We'll go tomorrow to a garden
To bury him at the foot of a wooden tree

The little cat is dead
And you and I are
So-so
Because of what? Because we wonder why
You never have a pope on the roofs
Being too close to heaven, maybe they don't like it.

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