Текст песни Хуго-Уго - Пёс

Again, I'm without you
Again, one will
Thinking of you all
Sag like smoke
Thinking of you all
fly away like smoke
And your faithful dog
Do not show teeth
He was accustomed to die
Dying of boredom
He was used to die of boredom
And the cool nights
I drink up
And the leaves of the poplars
windy
And nov between the lines
I read the words
Your blond hair
Do not touch the hand
Your blond hair touches the arm
And let sadness rings -it
And sings silver - o- m
We did not understand
What will happen then
Never know what will happen next
What will happen then