RTh - Дворняга - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The owner stroked his shaggy red back with his hand: “Farewell, brother, although I’m sorry, I won’t hide it, But still I’ll leave you.” He threw his collar under the bench, And disappeared under the echoing canopy, Where the motley human anthill Poured into the express cars. The dog never howled even once, And only the familiar back was watched by two brown eyes, Almost with human melancholy. The old man at the station entrance said, “What? The poor fellow has been left behind?” oh, if you were a good breed, otherwise you’re just a mongrel! the fire rushed over the chimney, the locomotive roared as hard as it could, trampled on the spot like a bull and rushed into the bad weather of the night... In the carriage, forgetting the troubles, they smoked, joked, dozed. And it’s clear that they didn’t think about the red mongrel, didn’t remember. The owner did not know that somewhere, struggling along the sleepers, behind the red, flickering light, the dog was running, out of breath. Having stumbled, he rushes again, His paws are broken on the stones in the blood, And the heart is ready to jump out, Out from the open mouth. The owner did not know that the strength suddenly left the body at once, and, hitting its forehead on the railing, the dog flew under the bridge. The corpse was carried away by the waves under the driftwood... Old man, you don’t know nature, Perhaps the body of a mongrel, But the heart of the purest breed...