Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Аргентинское танго

The musicians played tango ,
 In blue heaven thrown back face.
 Something in this music was ,
 What made the stop.

In a quiet little chilled Brussels
 Pigeon touching heights ,
 Bass, guitar and violin
 Remembered in Buenos Aires .

In a quiet little chilled Brussels
 Revived pictures of the south ,
 Argentine women heels ,
 Tapping with each other.

Dresses colorful, bursts of laughter ,
 Lust for life and nature ebullient ,
 Taste mate , endless nights ,
 And in the hands of the gaucho sombrero .

It was in this music something
 Why it became clear
 Wherever you wander through the world ,
 Argentina is always beautiful !

And , in love with the musicians,
 Conquering the south God
 People moving to the rhythm of the tango,
 Arching his back , throwing his leg.

The sun set behind the spiers of the towers ,
 The musicians were still playing ...
 All caught up within ,
 Together with them, the music began .