Текст песни Игорь Кузьмин - Печальная самба

If it were raining
right on my cavoon
I would have a samboy myself
in environmentally friendly junes
Glas, trembling with delight
and touching copper snakes
to my snow-white tuxedo
In the sun of the last leaves.

Chorus:
I would sat down in Canoe,
saving money
I would be in that canoe to the sea
Dogreb Aqui fliter.
Straight to Buenos Aires,
Where full of beauties,
and dance drunkards samba,
But I myself would not want.

Little tirand strings
Seeing magic sleep,
To deliberate events,
Actually, until golden times.
From under the Sombrero field
Deaf window, and behind him asphalt,
Where to bury Toroo,
And winter rain
Reminds Sambo ...

Chorus.

1993.