Текст песни Кроатон - Собачья Смерть

dog's death

About the poor dog to say a word,
She swallowed a firecracker.
We sit next to, witnessing the death,
Believing in the awful truth.
On the street bombings, play boy,
Forgetting about the dog killed.
She dies, she does not play,
She does not laugh not cry.

From her eyes pouring claret drooling,
From the mouth - a trickle of blood.
Heart of a Dog - a hot motor,
Extend its mortal flour.
Today we mёrzluyu gouging the earth,
And bury her dad.
And we pozevaem, we get bored and sleepy,
How long she dies.

Fortunately the street, on the feast of the street,
Sweets, gifts, cud.
And among them there may be those boys,
Killed our dog.
The plot of the song as much
Raskazala My Guitar:
About the poor dog to say a word,
She swallowed a firecracker.