Текст песни Пётр Лещенко - Барселона

BARCELONA

Words and music by Mark Maryanovsky

In Spain, native
In a wonderful spring
The sky turns blue
And it smells like almonds.

Under the window dear
The song rings without stopping,

In Spain, native,
when the heat subsides
I'm waiting for a date
My angel.

Night falls, everything falls asleep
Come out, stay with me!

Evening has descended, Barcelona is sleeping,
Guitars ringing us excite the blood.
Get up quickly, get off the balcony
My beauty, my love.

The sound of the serenade will wake you up
Throw on a mantilla, forget about sleep.
It will be so sweet with you together,
Come soon, I'm so in love. Oh-le!

Loss of the orchestra.

Evening has descended, Barcelona is sleeping,
Guitars ringing us excite the blood.
Get up quickly, get off the balcony

My beauty, my love.
The sound of the serenade will wake you up
Throw on a mantilla, forget about sleep.
It will be so sweet with you together,
Come soon, I'm so in love. Oh-le!