Текст песни Александр Левин - Песня бедного труженика

In the pitch-Saturday
early in the morning to work
I went with a yawn
once a minute, as the trombone.
It's cold and stupid,
I only in his sheepskin coat
firmly I am driving to work,
darkness ramming his forehead.

Suddenly, a huge dog
Show out of the darkness,
and above its owner
He swayed his head,
and it lay at the bottom
svezhesedennoe fat
and the desire away
ride off the pavement.

A host of barely
I rode across the snowstorm
on plastic soles
the dog diver
and lying on its bottom
idea to get under the covers,
not walk your dog
Well though b once a week.

They hid in the staircase,
and the door closed behind them,
and the ladder soared,
and they lit window.
I alone on Saturday
firmly I am driving to work,
though, of course, I did not want to,
but, of course, necessary.