Russian songs

Bookish smell, cat by the radiator

Warm day, I slap through the alley

I step inside where pages softly whisper

Cat on its belly, like a borderless ball

Warming its side, purring like an old beat

I inhale the subtle spirit of paper

The world outside erased, there's its own limit

Cat in the bookshop, next to radiator

I sit here, I don't need a museum

Quiet heaven among shadows of bindings

Let the earth spin, I'll have time here

Outside is rush, a wild route

Here a measured whisper: "Stay a bit"

And the cat meets my eyes, like it gets the point

Cat in the bookshop, next to radiator

I sit here, I don't need a museum

Quiet heaven among shadows of bindings

Let the earth spin, I'll have time here

I gather myself, close the volume

Cat by the radiator, the world quietly became home