Lyrics Дмитрий О. Баянов - Жил-был пес-Барбос
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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.
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 dog-watchdog, a dog son,
Bones gnawing Barboz goats and pigs,
He carefully guarded the house,
But he died on all sides
At the feast of the plague flew crow ...
Once upon a time there was a dog-watchdog,
For his dog's work he did not take a bribe,
He licked the hostess of the heel,
Passers by feet grabbed,
But there was a crow at the feast.
Once upon a time there was a dog-Barbos,
And most valuable my person imagined,
He was formidable and grinful,
But God took it to his hands,
A corpse stings in a ditch in the rain.
Once upon a time there was a dog-watchdog, a dog son,
Bones gnawing Barboz goats and pigs,
He carefully guarded the house,
But he died on all sides
At the feast of the plague flew crow ...
Once upon a time there was a dog-watchdog,
For his dog's work he did not take a bribe,
He licked the hostess of the heel,
Passers by feet grabbed,
But there was a crow at the feast.
Once upon a time there was a dog-Barbos,
And most valuable my person imagined,
He was formidable and grinful,
But God took it to his hands,
A corpse stings in a ditch in the rain.