I'm just a little girl, I'm not a big deal, I'm just a little girl, I'm not a big deal. They raised me, they pampered me, they educated me, they spoiled me. My world was a little truck, my world was an apartment, my world was a sausage, also that of cement. And every night I heard them say, Pussi, Pussi, you must not go out, but it is difficult in the spring when in company the other cats on the street all night long sing like this. We cats are very poor, but we are also very beautiful. When it is spring, when it is winter, you will recognize it. We cats are very poor, but we are also very beautiful. When it is spring, when it is winter, you will recognize it. I came home in the morning, they closed the door in front of me, the song had cost me the sausage and the focaccia. But I tell you that I am happy, this life does not scare me. And every night we go around making crazy dreams, because we are all cats that sing like this at night. We cats are very poor, but we are also very beautiful. When it is spring, when it is winter, you will recognize it. We cats are very poor, but we are also very beautiful. When it is spring, when it is winter, you will recognize it. At that point, we had become four friends. We wanted to make a complex, good. We all wanted to go to the city, good. But on the way, when we started talking about this city, I realized that my friends had strange ideas about what a city is. I realized that my friends had strange ideas about what a city is.