Текст песни Евгений Феклистов - С директором цирка

She ran to the director of the circus on the wondrous field!
She ran to the director of the circus on the will, the will!
On green balk,
In the blue negligee
She ran to the director of the circus on the wondrous field!
And behind them rushed

Juncker, Messerschmidt, princes, impotent, the Infanta,
Waving bayonets and losing pants and bows,
And shouting: & quot; Amor! & Quot;
And shot at point blank range
And changing fast horses pearls and diamonds,
So they hurried.

And neither he nor she managed to escape from his pursuers,
Their bodies were trampled goats, rhinos and horses,
A moment ago
And in front of everyone
She ran to the director of the circus on the wondrous field!
From love not to leave.