Текст песни Слава Герман - Белая болонка

White lapdog

1. All day I sit on a thin chain
Come to me, white lapdog,
Want a bowl of licks
What are you looking at the meat?
Tell me, tell me, tell me how you treat me?

2. And in our life everything is not Glory to God
And under each bush we raise our leg
Want a bowl of licks
What are you looking at the meat?
Tell me, tell me, tell me how you treat me?

3. That you are sitting and silent, go out for a minute
If you want I will share the booth with you,
Want a bowl of licks
What are you squinting at the meat?
Tell me, tell me, tell me how you treat me?