Сл. Д. Баянов, муз. В. Скрицкий
Жил-был пес-барбос, собачий сын,
Кости грыз Барбос козлов и свин,
Исправно караулил дом,
Но умер и со всех сторон
На пир чумной слетелось воронье...
Жил-был пес-барбос, беды не знал,
За труд собачий свой он мзды не брал,
Хозяйке пятки он лизал,
Прохожих за ноги хватал,
Но вот на пир слетелось воронье.
Жил-был пес-Барбос, баклуши бил,
И самой ценною свою персону мнил,
Был грозен и велик оскал,
Но Бог его к рукам прибрал,
А труп смердит в кювете под дождем.
Sl. D. Bayanov, music. V. Skritsky
Once upon a time there was a watchdog dog, a dog's son,
The watchdog gnawed bones of goats and pigs,
Regularly guarded the house,
But he died from all sides
The crows flocked to the plague feast ...
Once upon a time there was a watchdog dog, did not know trouble,
For his dog labor, he did not take a bribe,
He licked the owner's heels,
I grabbed passers-by by the legs
But then crows flocked to the feast.
Once upon a time there was a watchdog dog, beat the thug,
And I thought my person was the most valuable,
He was menacing and grinned,
But God got his hands on him,
And the corpse stinks in a ditch in the rain.
