Текст песни илья вилкин - десперадос и ранний булгаков

Behind Desperados and the early Bulgakov,
And I myself am in the thick of bloody snot.
Your handkerchief is among the recognition marks,
Let's play the Du Du Soleil circus.

Let me look for you between the houses
Under the brewery in the expanses of the native village.
And you will run away from your own fires,
For a chance, not leaving me time.

You challenged me with soft lips
Thus, showing great negligence.
What a pity the visa ended on your lips
For that, the opportunity remained.