Текст песни RTh - Дворняга

The owner stroked his hand, Shaggy red back: "Farewell, brother, though I'm sorry, I will not hide, But still I will leave you." He threw the collar under the bench, And disappeared under the echoing canopy, Where the motley human anthill, Poured into the express cars. The dog did not howl even once, And only behind a familiar back, Two brown eyes followed, Almost with human anguish. the old man at the station entrance said, what is the poor fellow left? eh, be you of a good breed, or else a simple mongrel! fire over the chimney rushed a steam locomotive roared that there was urine in place as a bull stomped and rushed into the bad weather of the night ... In the car, forgetting the troubles, Smoked, joked, dozed. And it is evident about the red mongrel, Did not think, did not remember. The owner did not know that somewhere, Along the sleepers, struggling with strength, For the red, flickering light, The dog runs breathlessly. Stumbling, he rushes again, Paws are broken on the stones in the blood, And the heart is ready to jump out, Out of the mouth open. The owner did not know that the forces, Suddenly left the body at once, And banging his forehead on the railing, The dog flew under the bridge. The corpse, the waves blew under the driftwood ... Old man, you do not know nature, Maybe the body of a mongrel, And the heart of the purest breed ...