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BLACK CAT

As I look back

He was my favourite cat

Our friendship lasted for several years

Drinking made me mad

Cut out the eye of the cat

Possessed by the fury of the demon

Couldn’t bear to see

Hung it to a tree

Aware of the terrible sin

A fire followed my act

A white figure of the cat!

And a rope about the animals neck

Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare

I am not mad yet

And very surely I do not dream

I am not mad yet

I am not mad

After drinking and a spat,

brought home another cat

The very creature of which I was in search

 

Black with a splotch of white,

looking like the other, quite

Deprived of one of its eyes

 

But the thought of sin,

let the evil win

Evil thoughts became my soul intimates

Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare

I am not mad yet

And very surely I do not dream

I am not mad yet

I am not mad

List, O list! - so soft and low

Lovers’s voice to night shall flow

Scarce awake, thy soul shall deem

Words, the music of a dream

While no single sound too rude

Upon thy slumber shall intrude

Thoughts, our souls - O god above!

In every deed shall mingle, love (hate, evil)

Batter the cat to dead?

Buried the axe in her head!

Displaced the bricks - and inserted the corpse

Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare

Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare

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