Сл. Д. Баянов, муз. В. Скрицкий
Жил-был пес-барбос, собачий сын,
Кости грыз Барбос козлов и свин,
Исправно караулил дом,
Но умер и со всех сторон
На пир чумной слетелось воронье...
Жил-был пес-барбос, беды не знал,
За труд собачий свой он мзды не брал,
Хозяйке пятки он лизал,
Прохожих за ноги хватал,
Но вот на пир слетелось воронье.
Жил-был пес-Барбос, баклуши бил,
И самой ценною свою персону мнил,
Был грозен и велик оскал,
Но Бог его к рукам прибрал,
А труп смердит в кювете под дождем.
Words D. Bayanov, music. V. Skritsky
Once upon a time there was a dog watchdog, a dog's son,
The bones were gnawing by Barbos of goats and pigs,
Well guarded the house,
But he died on all sides
A raven flew to the plague feast ...
Once upon a time there was a dog watchdog, I didn’t know troubles,
He didn’t take bribes for his dog work,
He licked the mistress of the heel,
Passers-by grabbed
But a crow flew into the feast.
Once upon a time there was a dog-Watchdog, beat the bucks,
And he considered his most valuable person
He was menacing and grinning great,
But God took his hands
A corpse stinks in a ditch in the rain.
