Текст песни Йовин - Батистовый платок

On the pavement linen handkerchief,
Short sight is piercing as a sword,
Century is short of madness and courage -
What wonder that we prepare a rock? ..
Young and sparkling crimson sunset,
Spilling wine with dark glasses,
Hakroet night Paris quarters
On the pavement hooves thunder.
They rattle loudly and clearly,
Hochnoy Paris! - Risky game!
Ah, Chevalier! I swear to goodness
Not bring a dangerous walk!
In a broad stroke of the tip of shine,
Enough words! without meaning and without purpose!
You see, sir, are looking for a duel?
And you swear to get it!
And here again, the coin on its edge,
And at midnight, has white candles,
And in an alley steel rings nights
And the moon pours a mean silver.
And we go, not slowing down,
What wonder that we prepare a rock?
And once again found linen handkerchief,
Again, look shrill, like a sword ...