Текст песни Дмитрий Макляков - Блюз бродячих псов

The trash rustling, we wander slowly
From heaven, not waiting for a kiss
Production is good, and that's your soul,
Herself sings and dances "aliluya"
Let it be your life
Teeth to tear to shreds
Sticking claws into the soul or the body
But paw lodge, but the paw lodge
It is not our damn business!
Believe me, my brother gray
I, too, would be happy
Serve as someone leafing through the book is,
But believe for you
Do not become a man dearer than your native flock
Let it be your life
Teeth to tear to shreds
Sticking claws into the soul or the body
But paw lodge, but the paw lodge
It is not our damn business!
But paw lodge, but the paw lodge
It is not our damn business!