Текст песни HOV - принцип блока с тумбой

Well still it gave me a greyhound shoulders
I would have drove brown fox on Forests,
And it is so difficult to be a dirty mongrel,
What that kind dogs ?!
Accustomed to a stub and not the meat and rolls,
Visitor garbage dumps and the glutton of bone,
Zadran tail pipe, running lane,
Unyuhivaya step only mine.
So its smell would rumble through, though through the noise!
And run!
Trot run!
But apparently fate to me, every stone
Stop for a moment to pick up pace.
And I know the smell of stone proprevshey,
With many of the same dogs dvornyazhnyh
Already probeglo here quite ochumevshi,
Looking at the incredible step of the panel!