Текст песни Если меня когда-нибудь расстреляют - хочу, чтоб звучала эта песня

I say goodbye to the saddle from the threshold!
As a child, I loved to ride Morocco,
To sorry hands
To open all the sands.
And regretted sad Bedouins
Nothing knew about dolphins.
And dolphins are the same children:
Cry, if they are wound online.
Do not shout, do not knock the Capron, but crying -
As if these tears mean something.
And I thought about deer,
Father snaps on his knees -
How are they wandering, forgetting about rest,
Wash the horns from blood in warm waters.
How forty loves deer
How forty hits the crow famous
If that over the deer grows!
Let the deer hunters be friends
So I asked me.
Let it be touched.
And added:
Let the elephants do not sink.