Я иду сквозь тебя, пока есть мои силы, даже если уже никуда не иду...
Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the Dog who came to eat
It's a kind of dog who eats a lot it makes you sorry
Still you don't regret that you're meat
My Dog...
You'll remember everyone who asked you not to live here
When it turns to you you start to cry
And it shows you its awful teeth and you believe me
After all the scene you don't know why
My Dog...
It's a kind of dog who eats you up
When no one's there
You feel like food
When you say it's looking good
It bites you like it's understood
It's good
Dog...
It was told when it was young that it must eat Sir Henry
And it understood me when I said
That Sir Henry could not hide from it in any pantry
(Will he still believe me when he's dead?)
My Dog...
All about the Dog who came to eat
It's a kind of dog who eats a lot it makes you sorry
Still you don't regret that you're meat
My Dog...
You'll remember everyone who asked you not to live here
When it turns to you you start to cry
And it shows you its awful teeth and you believe me
After all the scene you don't know why
My Dog...
It's a kind of dog who eats you up
When no one's there
You feel like food
When you say it's looking good
It bites you like it's understood
It's good
Dog...
It was told when it was young that it must eat Sir Henry
And it understood me when I said
That Sir Henry could not hide from it in any pantry
(Will he still believe me when he's dead?)
My Dog...
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20.02.2009 в 11:10Здорово! А эта песнь исполняется соло или дуэтом (с Бэрил или еще кем-нибудь)?
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20.02.2009 в 11:11-
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20.02.2009 в 11:14До того, как его встретила - не будет...
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20.02.2009 в 11:16У-у, чувствую, пора угостить общество переводной "Свинкой Баскервилей"... Там над Генри здорово поиздевались)
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20.02.2009 в 11:18Плиз
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20.02.2009 в 17:13так перепеть битловскую песнюююю....
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21.02.2009 в 20:37Чудесно!