Did not sculpt the mouth go to the place, bitch
In the eyes of a rude favorite owner, pascut
With a cold alone in a booth on an old jacket, a day, perceiving, perceiving all love, he loves, and even it strokes sometimes, but the eyes are not those already,
Not that puppy, which under the very jacket was delivered to the house
Smiles, caress, but what then? Aai Street, unfamiliar faces.
I started to rock, chant, who
Have you become all?
Food does not like it, but it is necessary, and so it turns out that they do not care about those who have a friend essentially
The cry of the soul is heard by the cheekbone and have been in a booth.
I breathe, I will fight, but thoughts in the interval about how good to be a cat, who calmly comes into the house so here I'm talking about, if I would like, I would have a short one for a long time, the hostess would clump so tightly
And blood would flow as the river Babylon for the broom and stones abandoned in my direction, and they don't care that there is no, what was and what happened
Fucked from the collar and ran where she looked and did not care what was there in the yard, where he grew up, where the rudeness and dampness, where sticks and whistles.
A flock of yard accepted as his own, feelings appeared, where everything for one thing. And the collar does not press pride.
Freedom and liberty of actions, where because of Laya, there is no consequences.
Running one day next to the home of the native saw as the owner smoked, he was quite gray, seeing a friend, kneeling and prayed to come to the mukhtar.
But Mukhtar did not fit the pack left, and he was waiting for his knees: - "Where have you been before, when I gone to the booth ...?" : - "The mistress has died after drunking a neighbor, daughter forgot his father after these disasters, heatsya completely. This is the abyss of the walls": "-" Who has now become?
And remembered by whom, before that! "
We are always responsible for those who have tamed someone, turning the face to the side rushed to the flock with the end .. and the dog has feelings remember, nothing feels, only stones. Houses closed shutters and among all the graves. Found, his owner, whom he loved, but it is impossible to return it!
