Cats Soundtrack
Miscellaneous
Koos: The Theater Cat
Koos is the cat at the city theater door.
He introduces himself - that gentleman, forgive me for whining,
as Apricot, something so hopeless as a title that we call it Koos.
He has a shabby skin and is as thin as a slat.
And his leg trembles as if he has just had an attack.< br/>Oh, much coveted as a party as a youth -
but now the mice even overlook him.
No, his fame may have faded somewhat since then,
but you had him, he says, what he had to see in his youth.
If he aspires to socialize with friends,
(their society is in a corner of the pub)
then, provided someone else pays, they will be
br/>received with the clash of arms of old.
For he was a star - ah! Superior.
And he stood next to van Dalsum, he stood next to Laseur.
And then follows his success in the angels' bench:
the audience once drowned out the claque there.
But his greatest creation, that's what it ends up being,
was Schorreschiershadow, the cross-eyed rascal.
I have played all kinds of things in my time,
from a ten-piece choir to a speechless statue.
I could improvise, I played smoothly,
Solomon's cat had not studied for that.
As the wise tomcat, I had the record:
One or two rehearsals, then I will already be a mustache .
And a voice that I had, the strongest voice full,
if I performed it in a leading or supporting role.
If there was a bed on the stage, then I excelled
/>in silent play, because as a lover I made no sound.
As far as silent play is concerned, no one had such talent and facial expressions for the deaf and dumb cat.
But my greatest creation, I put it was downright,
was Schorreschiershadow, the cross-eyed rascal.
Well, if someone treats him to a pipe of light beer,
he might tell you how he performed next to Knier.
And actually for her happened one day.
Nobody forgot that the fish was expensive to buy.
Take it from me, today's youngsters can't do anything.
Just give me the time of Grandma's Trix,
when we had the Indies, and order and discipline.
Because now they are there with one leap in the air.
And then he says - and peers deep into the glass again -
Ah, theater is no longer what it used to be.
That modern theater is a fool.
Because what does it all mean? Still no whistle.
It is expensive inflation of my creation
as Schorreschiershadow, the cross-eyed rascal.
I once cut through the stage as an aerial acrobat
and I rescued a child from a burning plot.
And I can still do it better, I think, than anyone else
make everyone's breath catch like a blood-curdling ghost.
And I played Snowy Tiger....
I can do it still like this - I can still do it like this -
I can still do it like this.....

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