Текст песни semen slepakov - перед посольством бразилии

front of the Embassy of Brazil,
in the three-day drunken stupor,
I dream of impotence
of a uniform tan ...
there behind oak doors,
Consuls listen to samba -
them to ingratiate himself
and would like to be there!
where only the sun and the palm trees,
where only the sky and the waves,
where everything is pretty unrealistic
and the most satisfied;
where, in a chaotic manner,
gently shaking his hips,
walk along the beach mulattos,
answering all the requirements ...
tramp asleep on benches
amid endless summer
and developing flags
yellow-green ...
in the sunny city of God,
gentle stone look,
he fatherly strictly,
It looks from the mountain Karkavado.
there, in the dim living room,
listening to the sounds of a guitar,
I would cut the guillotine
Cuban cigar tip ...
and trousers of cotton,
looking at the ocean eyes
sadness to drown in a glass
on the beach of Copacabana ...
and young Brazilians,
ardent and burning like lava,
I would in the night restaurants
everything would go down to the centavo ...
but the front of the Embassy of Brazil
our Russian puddles ...
citizens go sad ...
and Monday to do the same.