Текст песни Алина Михайловская - Венесуэла

Here lives a man in the world:
House, studies, work, children.
In the morning news on the Internet
Weekend beer mug

Do not want to change!
Rests, of course, in Sochi
Life is successful and even very.
All as accepted, everything is beautiful.

Well, him, man
He would live before the protrusion of the century,
Did not exist until the protrusion of the century,
I would not seek other limits.

But one day he hears like
Someone suddenly says the word
Right in the heart drops the word
This word is Venezuela.

There is a word on frames
Through myocardial muscles
Possing a sprout green,
Jungle appear, slopes

Wet Andes in the fiery fog,
Orinoco and Grand Saban.
Sky faded flat roof.
The word beats trembling and breathes

In it live an amateur and lama.
Round from drunken fort
Word chain greedy liana
Rises along the aorta.

New Year's prickly wind
The city is driving snow, salt.
And lives man in the world
Everything has and pleased everyone

Only the word night dreams
Filling the chest
And screaming in Spanish bird
Impossible South Coloring

Call Castanets
The word moans, growls and howl,
In it to curse eternal summer
Black oil, ancient blood.

The word szvuk distant secrecy
Next to him royal retinue
Marakaybo, Angel, Canaima,
Isla del Margarita Island

So the winter passes not heard.
The word beats, trembling and breathes.

And noisy in the courtyards of the boy,
Ships running in puddles.
He tamed him almost that
But with the taught only worse.

And it is unclear what to do with it
A foreign hot body.
How to live in white light
If in the heart of Venezuela?