done with music, let us turn to the verses
The master stroked a hand
Hairy redhead back:
- Goodbye, brother! Though I feel sorry, frankly,
But still you. I'm leaving.
Threw it under the bench dog collar
And disappeared under a booming canopy
Where a motley the human anthill
Poured into the cars of the Express.
The dog howled once.
And only friend back
Watched two brown eyes
With almost human longing.
The old man at the station entrance
Said:- What? Left, the poor man?
If you're a good breed...
And in fact, a simple mongrel!
Fire over the tube swept up
The engine roared with all his might,
On the spot, like a bull, trampled
And rushed in bad weather nights.
In cars, forgetting the scrapes,
Smoking, laughing, Napping...
Apparently, the red mongrel
Didn't remembered.
Did not know the owner of that somewhere
The sleepers, loose,
For red flashing light
The dog runs breathless!
Stumbling, throws again
The blood paw on the broken stones,
That jump heart
Out from the mouth the open!
Did not know the owner of that power
Suddenly left the body,
And, knocking his head on the railing,
Dog under the bridge flew...
The corpse waves demolished under the driftwood...
Man! You don't know nature:
It may be the body mutts,
And the heart - the purest breed!