Текст песни Alexander Lederarbeiter - Аргентина

I'll hide my eyes with my hand
Separated from the outside world.
Became mania and a dream
I am distant Argentina.

I imagine: under the sun whites
Old Town Buenos Ayras.
The air is tart and as if ripe,
And salty from taste.

There is a green Rio La Plata,
Grength in the world!
Penno-brown of Rio-Amarga,
In an endless shiny summer.

On the ancient paving salts,
in dress, slim fairy tango,
danced, stunned the alty,
Under the trees of mango grade.

I will come. Once at night
I will meet the gray-santa fe
I saw everything myself, in humil,
Composing poems in a cafe.

Alexander LedeRarbeiter.