Character: A. Finkel

Yesterday only bathed a goat -
The fusion of black and white,
And now I'm not sweet -
"My goat, what have I done?"
Yesterday still in the legs lying,
Mutually looked at him I
And now in the forest he ran away -
"My goat, what have I done?"
And wolf in evil bir
Kidnapped, abducted,
You, happiness is mine, no whoa,
No well - Segrate, sorenne.
And only the legs but the horn
Here - Yes leg horns, before I
To clean up from the brutal enemy
"My goat, what have I done?"

Alone in the wilderness of pine forest
Decrepit old woman lived,
And other days its harsh
Had a grey goat.
Goat, tormented spiritual thirst,
The dense forest is left once;
And devoured him there is a wolf.
Goat voice forever silent.
Left my grandmother a leg
The joy of days gone by,
And the memory of the goat more
Just look at the goat horns.
Alone in the woods
Pining for the goat in silence.

Pop the gray and old. Eyes red from crying.
One concern is to light the lamps.
Wife in a coffin. And the daughter of the fence.
Last one - skinny, mangy dog.
Now the priest is not much:
Crust of bread, a pack of cigarettes.
But the greedy dog. With him completely out of control.
Sly, cunning. And he took the meat.
No, you cannot. In the eyes of the weary flame.
Pop, limping, dragged into the barn.
Takes the axe. And grind stone,
Dog says the last time to say goodbye.