| Dog. |
| All that is - teeth and loyalty,
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| But if poverty gets into the house, you won't bite
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| You only whine quietly, and even loudly you won’t get anywhere. |
| Lack of money.
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| Eat less and less. |
| Sleep. |
| Do you remember about
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| That once was their neighbor, and not an extra mouth
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| There, in this past rudely caressed
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| You answered them with joyful barks.
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| Cursing fate with swearing streams
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| Like guards are attached to the TV screen
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| husband and wife unemployed
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| The elevator doesn't work. |
| The children are hungry.
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| Cold. |
| Chilly. |
| Carrying around in rags
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| Cold and dead order at home
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| Wash the floors create imaginary comfort
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| Native. |
| Favorite. |
| cute
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| Evil Apartments are like hornet's nests
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| Chasing messengers to empty stores
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| Hucksters and demons roam the streets
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| Everyone here is under the pressure of the Great Depression.
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| Sessions, congresses, assemblies
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| Sheep bleat in the news and in the press
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| They pour water into their ears in the form of weighty arguments,
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| And under the cover of night, people dig in the waste.
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| Do you feel fear from a change of attitude
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| He angrily clings the leash to the collar
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| Shame and tension are seen in his movements
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| So clearly speaking about a firmly made decision.
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| Having told his wife something on the go, he hurries to get dressed
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| And the claws softly click on the endless stairs
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| The cold sun falsely licks the street
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| He minces stupidly, trying not to slip.
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| So you want to piss, but he stubbornly drags you
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| Takes you further away from home, nothing else
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| I so want to stay, but you have become a hindrance to them
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| He hastily tied you up, got on the bus and left.
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| Dog. |
| All there is is teeth and pride
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| Now you tear your muzzle to shreds in the battles for the bone
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| Huge mafia watchdogs control the scum
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| You are driven to them by the dream of eating your fill.
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| Damp. |
| Cold. |
| Dirty.
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| Gray rats spread the disease.
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| Slums, gates, construction sites, arches
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| Homeless dogs are not taken to zoos.
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| In an abandoned area of industrial warehouses
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| From superfluous glances you sleep hidden
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| Do you see in a dream or bones and meat
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| Or eyes, nose, lips and hair
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| A familiar voice is calling you to eat
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| You press your ears, obediently wag your tail
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| House. |
| No fleas, no scabs.
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| Stop. |
| Everything is too simple
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| On the outskirts, checkpoints blocked exits
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| Someone in charge spoke, gunshots rang out
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| The blue sky is covered with aviation
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| This is an intervention. |
| Power action
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| The city fell victim to the greedy heat of the blast furnace
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| Believing in the memory of the nose, the dog rushed to the house
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| Jumped into the door opened by a disheveled beast
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| Flew down the stairs past the abandoned bags
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| He fought at the door, gnawed at the upholstery as if from the pain of a howl,
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| And then covered the house with a fiery wave
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| You ran after them along the road to eternity
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| Dog. |
| All you have is teeth and loyalty. |