Текст песни Семен Слепаков - Перед посольством Бразилии

In front of the Brazilian embassy
In a drunken three-day stupor
I dream in powerlessness
About uniform tan ...
There behind the oak door
Consuls listen to samba
They would get into trust
And to be there ...

Where only the sun and palm trees
Where there is only sky and waves
Where everyone is cute is unreal
And the most satisfied
Where in a chaotic manner,
Shaking his hips smoothly
Walk on the beach mulatto
Answering all the requirements ...

Snooze on the benches of the tramp
In the middle of endless summer
And flags are flying
Yellow green
In the sunny city of god;
Affectionate stone stare
He is fatherly strictly
Looks from Corcovado Mountain ...

There in the twilight of the living room,
Listening to the sounds of the guitar,
I would cut the guillotine
Cuban cigar tip,
And in cotton trousers,
Looking into the eyes of the ocean,
Sadness would have drowned in a glass
On Copacabana Beach ...

And on young Brazilians,
Ardent and burning like lava,
I would be in night restaurants
Everything would be lowered to centavo ...
But in front of the Brazilian embassy
Our Russian pools,
Citizens walk sad
And Monday to the same ...