In the pouring rain, ridiculous spring
And the sweet smell of perfume whispers to me: "There she is somewhere."
But behind the glass door there are many such smells
In this world, I believe only two of them.
My mistress hid there, in a huge crowd,
My leash went after her, remained in her hand.
But I will not leave, in general, I have nowhere to go,
She told me, "Wait." Everything else is nonsense ...
I guarded her sleep, pressed against my cheeks
The touch of my hand shocked me
Eyes radiated great tenderness
Ah, if only it was possible to return everything a month ago ...
But my happiness was ruined by a screeching cry of the puppy,
He was a thoroughbred, and I ... I'm just a decrepit old man,
Her tender hands were already caressing not me
It was no more disgusting in my life than a day!
He defiantly, impudently grabbed my nose,
Like needles, sharp fangs bit my tail
And she just laughed when I put up with it,
One night I also sank my fangs into his body ...
Blood, I see blood
In the snow, deep in every shadow.
My god, but where is love?
Is it really so
generational change?
The fifth day has passed, I'm terribly tired,
And the sweet smell of perfume disappeared somewhere.
My fur is soaked, hunger gnaws from the inside
Damn puppy! After all, I'm not young at all.
The voice of heaven will hear my sad sounds
And people pass by, they do not understand my torment.
And the one that gave warmth and affection disappeared,
Or maybe you never loved?
Disappeared, or maybe never loved ...
Disappeared ... Didn't love!