They call me cat, my color's gray.
But black without you my day.
Even when all is right, my days are yellow.
I am just poor, unhappy fellow.

When says somebody: “Grass is green”,
For me it sounds really mean.
Life going slow, like a turtle,
And that’s what makes all colored purple.

All evenings I am feeling blue,
Because I cannot look at you.
And when I’m going to the bed,
My soul and eyes are colored red.

You are not here and I’m upset,
That’s makes my world look violet.
But when you get on to my sight,
All colors mix to shining white.

Sept 2002