Under my window appeared a cute-cute cat —
With black-black fur, like a newly dug up land.
Her eyes harmonized with the bush by which she sat.
I took this cat, fed her well. She licked my hand.
I named her Alice-she-cat. She was naughty for fun.
She went for a walk. In the evening I had to wait.
She came home each evening. One day she had run.
A month has passed. I still don't remove her plate.
Where are you, Alice-she-cat, my friend?
Come home. I’ll feed you. You’ll lick my hand.