Текст песни Альвар - Пёс

There is only one season
Here, to die, alas, is not a question.
I step through this fucking city
A stray street dog.
They once told me in the back:
"All the dogs go to heaven!"
There was a case, once they killed me,
That light is such a hole ...
I myself will not be otherwise
But somewhere my pack roams.
Here in the city are rats, crows ... and people.
And dogs like me.
No business, no home, no money
And the past is forgotten.
Broke the chain
But a heavy collar
Dead throat constricted.
Madness is staring
And not hiding from your hands.
I'm not used to whining, sorry guys
It’s more familiar to grind fangs.
I'm used to not being afraid of swara
What the hell are we, water and fire ?!
Neither for affection, nor for a blow
Better not touch me.
I'm on my own - it won’t be otherwise
But somewhere my pack roams.
Here in the city are rats, crows ... and people.
And dogs like me ...