Хаски - Господин собака
текст песни

BMW tinting – camouflage
A man's dummy is drowning in a chair
It growls at the horses under the hood, exposing its gums.
The German car, trembling cowardly, sneaks
In it - Mr. Dog, your new owner, whore
He watches with his paw the face that slides down to his belly
This rag that he cut himself without canvas or pattern
This leather case is from a piece of my ass
Poking their muzzles into the crystal boats
Dogs live in houses abandoned by people
Crippled chairs won’t rise and furniture upholstery is torn
Icons cry for past splendor
Where the provincial marinated himself
Obeyed fate and prophesied
No longer smells of human pheromones
Four-legged people gather for a gathering
Dispute arbiter of the wordless
Entwined in shadow, at the head of the table
Mister Dog, Mister Dog
Looks at everything with the equanimity of a butler
Outside the window the moon is a bitten lemon ship
They howl at her strainedly, the linoleum is scarred
The dogs are praying, praying for revenge
Their gods are not like ours: they are alive, they react
They react: listen...

I secretly hate my closet
Damp sheet, coffee-stained burner
A drunken fly, its drifting shadow
Heart move, because migraine rhymes with it: tick-tock
I hate my body - a fucking scarecrow
Regeneration and thermoregulation of just about anything
I follow the sun - I wait for it to turn around
I record my pulse and wait for the dictation to end.
The stench is as if it died last night
Every breath is like a sip of human flesh
I am disgusted by the stench, and, holding my nose,
I sew up my mouth: stitch, stitch - zigzag
The freckled ceiling from drops of blood
I'm spread out like a slave on the porch
I ram my fist into the sternum
I circle with cockroach chalk
Pentagrams, pentagrams
The owner is about to come for me, and then we
Let's start a new story with a capital letter
Flea-filled scarecrows, dog-headed dolls
Dog gods. Holy murmur
Mandog is a perfect robot
I turned my ears, the air turned into a vacuum
Mister Dog comes into my house as the owner

BMW tinting – camouflage
A man's dummy is drowning in a chair
It growls at the horses under the hood, exposing its gums.
The German car, trembling cowardly, sneaks
In it - Mr. Dog, your new owner, whore
He watches with his paw the face that slides down to his belly
This rag that he cut himself without canvas or pattern
This leather case is from a piece of your ass
A piece of your fuck... Leather visor
An unwelcome patch on a dog's skin
This masquerade is a so-so thought
But Mister Dog is not a taxidermist
Just imagine: at the most inconspicuous of roadsides
The fence is inhospitable and lopsided
Behind the fence, awkward and unscraped
You sit, beheaded and castrated
But you loved to laugh and fuck so much
So loved to fuck and laugh
After all, you loved to laugh and fuck so much
And even fuck and laugh at the same time