Бездомный пёс [Bezdomnyi pyos] [English translation]

Twilight, autumn, raging rain...

I came up and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

His wet hair and sad eyes

Could tell anyone a lot.

Trains were departing from the noisy station,

People were hurrying to take their berths.

Some were saying goodbye,

Others were meeting the coming passengers

While the dog was waiting in despair.

People walked by, smiling:

A wet and funny dog,

Maybe he was lost,

Maybe he has no home at all.

How could people know

That he had been waiting for so many days now?

He has a cosy home but there's no one in it.

Someone will appear for a moment in the motley crowd,

The dog will rush blindly,

Even forgetting about his paw and blood...

No, he was mistaken again.

Everyone will smile, thinking how funny,

Wet and dirty he is, and will stamp their foot.

The dog won't get angry: how should they know

He has to keep sitting and waiting.

People walked by, smiling:

A wet and funny dog,

Maybe he was lost,

Maybe he has no home at all.

How could people know

That he had been waiting for so many days now?

He has a cosy home but there's no one in it.

Twilight, autumn, raging rain...

You understand everything but you still wait.

Too bad there's one thing you can't understand:

People are liars.

People walked by, smiling:

A wet and funny dog,

Maybe he was lost,

Maybe he has no home at all.

How could people know

That he had been waiting for so many days now?

He has a cosy home but there's no one in it.