Soyuzmultfilm
One fine morning, on a Sunday,
Vova went out on his bike.
What next happened? Not a soul knew.
Not a trace of him was left.
Tracks on the Asphalt
screenwriter Vladimir Danilov
directors Vyasheslav Kotyonochkin, Vladimir Danilov
art directors Vyasheslav Kotyonochkin, Lev Arkadyev
composer Nikita Bogoslovskiy
camera Yelena Petrova sound Georgiy Martynyuk
verses by Sakko Runge, Aleksandr Kumma
animators Vladimir Krumin, Yuriy Butyrin, Vyasheslav Kotyonochkin,
Vladimir Zarubin, Boris Chani, Yelena Komova
voices Aleksandr Baranov, Yuriy Hrzhanovskiy
adapted from I. Lyubeznov
One by one, the lights turn dark,
but the owner's still not back.
"Most honourable Barbos, may I ask you something, please?
Have you seen my Vova anywhere?"
"I don't know him, little one.
Say, have you been hurt by someone? Why're you sitting by the door?"
"I am now left all alone here,
because my owner has vanished."
"Don't you droop that nose, my buddy," to the pup his neighbour said,
"we will yet locate your owner. We just need to find his trail.
From that trail, we will find out
what befell him this past day."
A daredevil... what can you say? Road signs don't mean a thing to him!
And there remained but one small bell,
a bicycle bell, only.
The old dog grieves, the puppy whines -
the little boy's dead, surely.
But maybe he is still alive?
That's right, his steps are on the bridge!
Ai-ai-ai, it's too much, really!
By day, that small boy was so naughty!
Lethal Danger
Look! This is what happens when cyclists violate traffic rules.
Barbos is very indignant:
riding through here was not allowed!
In the hospital window a bright light!
Yes! Here is where the trail led them.
Now the puppy sighed again:
"Nothing for it; I will wait.
I will be true to Vova,
and never will forsake him,
though I am not too certain
that he's a good boy, really.
The End
(translation by Niffiwan, after transcription by Lemicnor)