Текст песни Леонид Фёдоров - Собака Вера

DOG VERA

(Alexander Vvedensky)

Table. There is a coffin on the table. In the coffin Sonya Islands. There is a heart in Sonia Island. Clotted blood in the heart. There are red and white balls in the blood. Well, of course, cadaveric poison. Everyone understands that it is dawn. The dog Vera, with his tail between his legs, walks around the coffin. The clock to the left of the door is 8 o'clock in the morning.

I walk around the coffin.
I look around at both.
This death is a trial.

The poor man prays for bread.
Copper prays to the sky.
Pop will serve here a demand.

The corpse lies numb.
I had a tooth to ham.
Dulcinea died.

Bloody stains are everywhere.
What a black manners.
Nanny no you are wrong.

Life is given in decoration.
Death is given in fear.
Why destruction.

The most important arteries.
And brave bacteria.
What is your nanny criterion.

Fyodor would stroke the croup.
Yours is always in the morning,
And now you yourself will become a corpse.