Текст песни Аркадий Брязгин и его сын - Ещё одна песня о собачке

If for the steel tug
You kept firmly,
If you did not hurt
peers or lords
bang to the moor of you
where ridvan from Ford,
where the shaggy dog ​​lives
With a pretty muzzle.

Pedigree it -
The case is nothing more.
He is in the port for concerns
The application is free.

For those who wear sails,
probably the life is extort,
Well, what is the life of PSA,
When is it port?

Where the propulsion of the sea pier
oil and iron,
in the shadow under the old dump truck
he clogged him
and without being touched here i
On this day, Sunday,
He would think to
life is useless.

I ruined my pocket -
Bread him a banana.
It turned out, oddly enough
What and the dogs eat bananas.

Ah, if we are sails with him,
We agreed at once we
And I would take with my dog ​​-
Comrade in mind ...

Well, what a thought in yourself
I'm on the pier Dark?
In Russia, it will be worse than the PSU,
Especially homeless.