Текст песни Игорь Жук - Собачий романс

I do not know whether it makes sense in falling stars
I do not know whether the proc is in the horseshoe at the gate -
But , with the fury of anguish hoping at least for something ,
Orphaned dog looking for your tracks .

What a blind instinct , all senses wide,
Led me to where judged by the clothes?
What a crazy sign of hope to the guilty :
To lick your hand , and okolet at the feet of ...

But - your trail ... And what : no roar , no canine or whine ... -
Stranger , a stranger so familiar smell ;
Stagger, not himself on the naughty feet ,
And the hole of the stars above your head hurts ...