Текст песни П. П. Шариков - Собаки

Solid bones, skin and scabs;
As children, timid and afraid of sticks.
They live in the rotting bowels of the landfills
Where to crawl is both disgusting and difficult.

There is food there - pieces of rot and rags,
And you can hide from unkind people;
You will taste the cobblestone on the ribs -
You will start to be afraid of human abuse.

When the moon hangs up in the dark
And the domes of mosques over the desert
Sand like ostrich eggs,
Dogs begin to howl at the sky.

Stray dogs head lifted
There, where only the stars are a crowd of gray;
Dogs howl until dawn, waiting
Hear the howl of the heavenly flocks of dogs.

But happiness did not close the door for them:
A passionate awe is known - to them who
Then given, hiding in stinking holes,
Lick the puppies' blind snouts.

Patience! It will be given to everyone according to faith:
Praying, think of a dog
About the stars of her eyes: in the mud, in the cesspool
Animals live and rejoice in life.

Friedrich Georg Jünger
Translated by E. Vitkovsky