Dosa - Песня про одного пса - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

-Do the cheekbone close the mouth go in the place of the bitch! In the eyes, the beloved owner of the paskud, with the cold on the one in a booth and an old jacket, Koatyutska, perceiving everything in a joke, there is love - he loves even sometimes she strokes the not the same puppy who was taken to the house under the same jacket Smiles affection, but then, then, ah street not familiar faces, started to rock, drove who you have become all food, but you have to have it and so we have to do not care about those who are in essence, the scream of the soul is heard by the cheekbones, and we howl in the booth, I am breathing, but thoughts, in the interval about how good it is to be a cat that calmly enters the house, so what I would have wanted, if I wanted, would have gnawed that rope for a long time, a short housewife in a throat in the throat would have clinged So tightly, the blood would flow, like the rivers of Babylon, I will notice the stones thrown in my direction, but they don’t care that it wasn’t that it didn’t fall off the collar and fled where my eyes looked, and it was not worried about that yard at that courtyard Where the rudeness and damp and sticks grew where the dampness and the whistle of the courtyards accepted how their feelings appeared where everything was for one and the collar does not press on the pride of freedom and freely here ... because of barking there is no consequences, I saw one day next to my native home As the owner smoked, he was completely gray -haired, seeing his friend to his knees and prayed that Mukhtar would fit, but Muhar did not fit, the flock left, and he waited on his knees, where was you earlier when I was in the booth, the hostess died in the booth. After the booze of the neighbor, the daughter forgot her father after these calamities, drank completely this inherit and walls, who he was now and remember who was always in response to those who tamed who turned his face to the side rushed to the flock with the end and the dog has the feeling of remembering Only the stones of the house have closed anything closed the shutters and among all the graves I found its master of which I fell in love, but we can’t return it to us always in response to those we tame!