Текст песни Звуки Му - бездомный пёс

At the corner at the store at the crossroads
Standing homeless dog
At the corner at the store at the crossroads
Standing homeless dog
And waiting for good

At the store on the corner at the crossroads
Near the store at the corner at the crossroads
Standing homeless dog
I walked across the asphalt
all was in the authorities of views
Something I needed
up to this corner
I turned the yard cracked the canes
in my face sounds noise
Then I turned around
I saw that the dog watched us
He was a stranger
But the tail of it

At the intersection at the corner near the store
sadly waited for good homeless dog
Pupina looked around helplessly
People running out who
And I walked one of them in the power of close views
Theled asphalt soles
Something I remember something I needed
I remember I remember I remember
something
That's up to this corner, I remembered what was necessary
And then forgot
I see the dog he was a stranger
But the truth has suffered again
once again blink
alarming faith and understanding
and the canvas Slim shot on the pole
Fucked banner of understanding
We understood each other
In short, he was my friend
But although he was a stranger
But he was my friend
And the tail is wilted
With some kind of hopeless and timid faith

at once again
No, still fluttered the banner of understanding
I stood the yard as big dust summer
and green noise drops and sunlight
yellow coin rolled right on the ground
on the land on the ground fell on the ground fell
Past of my hands
I, too, I, too, as the dog was waiting for good
wanted to meet a response
the eyes blink and again
Painty timid gesture
I ran like a dog in the edge of my lumps to the freestyle of my railway
In the darkness of landfills from new buildings
from people from all these people who
Eheh is one of them in the power of close views
Here you and one of them yeah

Everything is also a burn-dust summer

someone very sad
Darkness
Cut the candle and swells the day
I did not do some reason
What kind of
But it does not matter
didn't do something
on the heart
on the heart of deserted
In thoughts work care
all done things
Caring for these not done things
About aspirations
I put an open book on my knees
She falls
Locked open book
Lit to knees
Feather elbows about chair
sitting
I'm sitting and relaxing
my eyes
On sky
Evening sky

on the sky of the evening
there is nobody there
Neither you