On an avenue during some weekend, a black cat walks
He shakes his tail proudly, side to side
Because of the way the black cat looks people have come to hate him
With his black body blending into the shadows, people threw rocks at him
"I am used to being lonely, this is the best life for me, anyway
That way, I don't have to worry about anyone else"
Then a young artist picks up the black cat with his two hands
"Good evening, amazing little one, we're sure alike"
The cat squirms in his arms, he scratches with all of his life
: "I want to return to the path of solitude!"
The cat ran, and ran, this is the first time in his life
that he felt kindness and warmth; he still can't believe it.
No matter how hard he ran, that weird guy still caught up to him. Come here!
Then the cat lived with the artist, and now it's their second winter
The artist gave a name to his pal. The "Black Fortune," Holy Night
His sketchbook was full of black lines
This was the first time the black cat got a friend, so he clung to him all day
But one day, due to his life of poverty, the man who gave him his name fell sick.
: He wrote one last letter, and told him this.
"Go! Go! Deliver this to her!
I left home to chase my dreams; deliver this to my lover who is waiting back home!"
"Those unlucky drawings of black cats would never sell, but you would always draw only me
That is why you feel so cold now. So this letter, I shall deliver it!"
On the snowy mountain road, the cat runs
He is busy running with his promise to his fallen friend, inside his mouth
Look! A messenger of death! The kids threw rocks at him
"I don't care what you call me because I have a name that won't disappear."
"Holy Night!" "He called me Holy Night!
With warmth and kindness, all rolled into one, he called me that!"
If someone like me, who is hated by all, still has a reason to life,
then the reason I'm born is probably for today's sake! So I must go, no matter what!
He finally arrived at his friend's hometown, he's almost at the lover's house. Only a few kilometers left
He ran! He fell! He's already full of wounds
He doesn't even have the time to get back up, when he was hit with anger and violence
"I won't lose! I'm Holy Night!" His feet felt like being stabbed with a thousand needles,
But he stands up again and he keeps running, "I found her, this is it!"
The lover who read the letter, added a letter to the name
of the cat who couldn't move anymore, and buried him in her back yard.
Here lies Holy Knight.
He shakes his tail proudly, side to side
Because of the way the black cat looks people have come to hate him
With his black body blending into the shadows, people threw rocks at him
"I am used to being lonely, this is the best life for me, anyway
That way, I don't have to worry about anyone else"
Then a young artist picks up the black cat with his two hands
"Good evening, amazing little one, we're sure alike"
The cat squirms in his arms, he scratches with all of his life
: "I want to return to the path of solitude!"
The cat ran, and ran, this is the first time in his life
that he felt kindness and warmth; he still can't believe it.
No matter how hard he ran, that weird guy still caught up to him. Come here!
Then the cat lived with the artist, and now it's their second winter
The artist gave a name to his pal. The "Black Fortune," Holy Night
His sketchbook was full of black lines
This was the first time the black cat got a friend, so he clung to him all day
But one day, due to his life of poverty, the man who gave him his name fell sick.
: He wrote one last letter, and told him this.
"Go! Go! Deliver this to her!
I left home to chase my dreams; deliver this to my lover who is waiting back home!"
"Those unlucky drawings of black cats would never sell, but you would always draw only me
That is why you feel so cold now. So this letter, I shall deliver it!"
On the snowy mountain road, the cat runs
He is busy running with his promise to his fallen friend, inside his mouth
Look! A messenger of death! The kids threw rocks at him
"I don't care what you call me because I have a name that won't disappear."
"Holy Night!" "He called me Holy Night!
With warmth and kindness, all rolled into one, he called me that!"
If someone like me, who is hated by all, still has a reason to life,
then the reason I'm born is probably for today's sake! So I must go, no matter what!
He finally arrived at his friend's hometown, he's almost at the lover's house. Only a few kilometers left
He ran! He fell! He's already full of wounds
He doesn't even have the time to get back up, when he was hit with anger and violence
"I won't lose! I'm Holy Night!" His feet felt like being stabbed with a thousand needles,
But he stands up again and he keeps running, "I found her, this is it!"
The lover who read the letter, added a letter to the name
of the cat who couldn't move anymore, and buried him in her back yard.
Here lies Holy Knight.