Текст песни Evgraf Borschevskiy - Louisiana

I crossed the border illegally,
You caught on late obomlev.
Outwardly your mask fragmentary
Sparkling snow-white enamel,
Bashfully covering ringing shed.

I knew you would be met with the actor,
But the night with you holding a pianist.
I am ready to become a director for you,
And composer, conductor, and even!
And devote nocturne like Franz Liszt.

In dreams you call Louisiana,
Not daring to say aloud the name.
Sainte-Victoire you with paintings by Paul Cezanne,
Sounds to me Zurbagan motive.
Determined, I give a bunch of bananas,
Forgetting that you do not love them. Sorry!

And like Montserrat without sundress,
Clutching his chest Khachaturian thigh
Magically castedst drum soprano!
Oh, Anna, you're my Louisiana!

Genuine indignation has seized,
You harvest sharply pedal catamaran.
Do not hold you, and the power of the hurricane!
Oh, Anna, you're my Louisiana!