História de Uma Gata

They fed me
They petted me
They pampered me
They got me used to it

My world was the apartment
Telephone, pillow, and care
Every day filet mignon
Or even a good cat filet

They told me, all the time
Stay at home, don't catch the wind
But it's hard to stay in yours
When in the moonlight
So many cats in the street
All night they go singing like this

We, cats, are born poor
But we are born free
Sir, madam, or landlord
Feline, you will not recognize

We, cats, are born poor
But we are born free
Sir, madam, or landlord
Feline, you will not recognize

In the morning I returned home
I was stopped at the entrance
No filet and no pillow
Because of the singing

But now my daily life
Is in the midst of the cats
Turning cans on the street
I am more myself, more cat
In a crazy serenade
That at night goes singing like this

We, cats, are born poor
But we are born free
Sir, madam, or landlord
Feline, you will not recognize

We, cats, are born poor
But we are born free
Sir, madam, or landlord
Feline, you will not recognize