Текст песни Белая гвардия - Аргентинское танго

The musicians played tango,
 The blue skies threw back his face.
 Something about this music was,
 What made the stop.

In a quiet little chilled Brussels
 Pigeon touching heights,
 Bass, guitar and violin
 Remembered Buenos Aires.

In a quiet little chilled Brussels
 Revived pictures of the south,
 Heels Argentine women,
 Tapping with each other.

Dresses colorful, bursts of laughter,
 The thirst for life and nature ebullient,
 Taste mate, endless nights,
 And in the hands of the gaucho sombrero.

It was in this music something
 Why it became clear
 Wherever you wander through the world,
 Argentina is always beautiful!

And in love with musicians,
 Conquering south God
 People moving to the rhythm of the tango,
 Arching his back, throwing his leg.

The sun set over the spiers of the towers,
 The musicians were still playing ...
 All caught up within,
 Together with them, the music began.