Семен Слепаков - Перед посольством Бразилии
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Before the embassy of Brazil
In a drunken three -day frenzy
I dream in impotence
About uniform tan

There, behind the oak door
Consuls listen to samba
They would rub them into confidence
And would be there

Where only the sun and palm trees
Where only the sky and waves
Where everything is sweet is unrealistic
And happy as much as possible

Where in chaotic order
Hydrages shaking smoothly
Walk on the beach mulattos
The requirements are meeting all

Dorm the tramps on the benches
In the middle of the infinite summer
And the flags develop
Yellow-green.

In the sunny city of God
An affectionate stone look
It is ethically strict
Looks from Mount Korkovado

There in the twilight of the living room
Listening to the sounds of the guitar
I would cut it with guillotine
The tip of the Cuban cigar

And in pants made of cotton fabric
Looking into the eyes of the ocean
Sadness would have drowned in a glass
On the beach of Kopokaban

And on the young Brazilian
Ardent and burning like lava
I would be in night restaurants
I would have lowered everything to Sentavo

But in front of the Brazilian Embassy
Our Russian puddle
Citizens go dull
And Monday besides ...