Текст песни Dosa - Песня про одного псаПросмотров: 6 0 чел. считают текст песни верным 0 чел. считают текст песни неверным Тут находится текст песни Dosa - Песня про одного пса, а также перевод, видео и клип. -Do not whine, close your mouth, go to the place of a bitch! rude in the eyes is the beloved owner of Paskuda, with a cold in a uniform in a booth and an old jacket, they cry a little, taking everything as a joke, he has love - he loves and even strokes sometimes but his eyes are not the same puppy that was brought to the house under that very jacket smiles weasel so what then, ah the street is not familiar faces, started to grill, drove by whom you became all the food you don’t like, but you have to and so it happens to spit on those who are essentially different, the cry of the soul is heard by cheekbones, and howling in the booth, I breathe, I will fight, but in the interim about how good it is to be a cat who quietly enters that house, so what would I if I wanted to, I would have long ago cut that rope, the short housewife would have clung to her throat so tightly, and blood would flow like the rivers of Babylon, I notice stones thrown in my direction and they don’t care what is missing, what was missing, what is left is the collar and ran to where they looked, and didn’t care what was in that yard where it grew where rudeness and dampness and sticks and whistling flock of yard accepted how her feelings appeared where everything for one and the collar does not press on the pride of freedom and is free here ... because of the barking, there are no consequences running once near the house to my relatives I saw how the owner smoked, he was completely gray, he saw a friend kneeling and praying that the mukhtar would come up, but the mukhar did not fit, the flock left, and he waited on his knees, where were you before when I missed the booth, the mistress died after a neighbor’s booze, the daughter forgot her father after these disasters, drank this very abyss and the walls that now became and remember that we were before that we were always responsible for those who turned our faces away, rushed to the pack with the end and the dog has a feeling to remember, they don’t feel anything, only the stones of the house closed the shutters and among all the graves found his master whom he loved but cannot be returned, we are always responsible for those whom we tame! |