Dogs from the city outskirts - there is such a breed. In appearance - an ordinary flock, there are more of them from year to year. They have clever faces and, like us, weak nerves. But each of them is so proud, and everyone wants to be the first.
They gather in packs, not yet knowing what to do. Maybe they just blow it, or maybe they'll hurt someone. And their ears are on the the ready, you whisper - they will hear. The street is not a toy, they are breathing faster here.
And in this place in another way do not live And in this place in another way do not live
And that casual passer-by, that in the evening he presses against the walls, In the afternoon unlikely helps them, except that the razor veins. And everything is in order - there are males, there are bitches. The first go to the whore, the latter give birth in pain.
And in this place in another way do not live And in this place in another way do not live
And those that grow older, go unnoticed. They just get scared, they get tired of chasing. Let the harder muscles, doubts are less and less, Movements become sharper, deeds become tougher.
And in this place in another way do not live And in this place in another way do not live
And in the mornings they want to cry, but tears are not in vogue. To hell with spiritual slush - you need to keep the rank. Time must be killed in order to be in shape again in the evening. As dog's flock howls, then again everything is normal.
And in this place in another way do not live And in this place in another way do not live
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Date: 4 September 2017 08:54 am (UTC)I think we got a song with alike intention - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHkMlAyEGbc
Dogs from the city outskirts - there is such a breed.
In appearance - an ordinary flock, there are more of them from year to year.
They have clever faces and, like us, weak nerves.
But each of them is so proud, and everyone wants to be the first.
They gather in packs, not yet knowing what to do.
Maybe they just blow it, or maybe they'll hurt someone.
And their ears are on the the ready, you whisper - they will hear.
The street is not a toy, they are breathing faster here.
And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live
And that casual passer-by, that in the evening he presses against the walls,
In the afternoon unlikely helps them, except that the razor veins.
And everything is in order - there are males, there are bitches.
The first go to the whore, the latter give birth in pain.
And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live
And those that grow older, go unnoticed.
They just get scared, they get tired of chasing.
Let the harder muscles, doubts are less and less,
Movements become sharper, deeds become tougher.
And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live
And in the mornings they want to cry, but tears are not in vogue.
To hell with spiritual slush - you need to keep the rank.
Time must be killed in order to be in shape again in the evening.
As dog's flock howls, then again everything is normal.
And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live