Текст песни Янка Дягилева - Про Собаку

Tears and rages shameless
dead empty evening
Fills dim light
Shadow Weave on the road.

Exhausted, we fall asleep
rusty pipes,
Mad dog giving way.

She tired to die
by persuasion and kicks,
She was tired of trust
catch the bitch have chutes

She was tired on the circuit,
she was tired of not growl,
She wanted to howl and tear
Froze in horror shackles.

The holiday village at the window,
Creaking, tangled in the bushes;
From grief knocked the glass,
anger overcame fear.

In developed streets - corruption.
From distant wanderings returning,
On slippery grass and crawling,
In the wild the puddles but home!

And for the gate lawlessness
and the window a long time ago
The sun struck into the sunset,
and shards of dark ...

Midden-fed, nettles -
finished off birth pangs,
She died insane in the dust of the river,
Taking kicking and biting his hands.