Текст песни Семен Слепаков - Перед посольством Бразилии

Front of the Embassy of Brazil
In a drunken stupor three-day
I dream of impotence
On uniform tan ...
There behind oak doors
Consuls listen to samba ,
They would ingratiate
And there would be like ...

Where only the sun and palm trees,
Where only the sky and the waves ,
Where are all 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 the endless summer
And waving flags
Yellow-green ,
In the sunny city of God ;
Gentle stone look
He is fatherly strictly
Looks to Corcovado Mountain ...

There in the dim living room ,
Listening to the sounds of the guitar ,
I would cut the guillotine
The tip of Cuban cigars,
And in trousers of cotton ,
Looking into the eyes of the ocean,
Sadness would drown in a glass
On the beach of Copacabana ...

And the young Brazilians ,
Ardent and burning 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 dull
And Monday to the same ...