Текст песни Геннадий Шпаликов - Лают бешено собаки

Dogs bark furiously
Into the fading distance
I came to you in a black tailcoat,
Elegant as a grand piano.

It was cold and wet
The shadows huddled in the corners
Shed tears of glass
Like heroes to melodramas.

You were sitting on the couch
They looked like a portrait.
Silently I squeezed in my pocket
Chilling gun.

Located down the barrel
He could shoot through his pocket
I kept thinking, thinking, thinking -
To kill, not to kill?

And from the dampness of autumn
I could not hold back a shiver
You fell to your knees
At my beautiful feet.

A shot, smoke, a flame flashed
Nothing is sorry.
I lay at the door with my feet
Elegant as a grand piano.