Текст песни Лит Тапочкин - Бульдог на багги

I look, you went out to rest
In the evening silence of the deep
Do you want, I see, take a walk
With the beauty of that blue eyes
Love, willingly cooing
Sitting on the bench alone
Hot desire to embrace
You are a loving falcon
What heaven of love is about to conquer.

A second, and who am I?
What role is given to me in this play?
Perhaps I'm some kind of cupid?
Shining with his fifth point?
Shoots that without causing pain
No. Romance rises to the throne
But it will fall, I am depressed
After all, I'm splashing the wounds with salt
I am a bulldog for buggy-buggy-buggy-buggies.