Текст песни Кирилл Кендысь, Альберт Чалов, Алексей Копылов - Пёс

Clouds across the sky.
The sun on the clouds with a red sunset.
Dog on raw grass runs.

Tears in the eyes.
Pain in tears.
He ran away from people -
There is no evil.

"I will get meals myself.
I myself will build a new home.
I will live a lonely dog
But I will no longer come to you. "

It was white.
White became gray.
Gray in the forest now lives.
Meat boats.