Семен Слепаков - Посольство Бразилии
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Before the embassy of Brazil
In a drunken three -day frenzy
I dream in impotence
About a uniform tan ...
There is a door for oak
Consuls listen to samba,
They would rub them into confidence
And it would be there ...

Where only the sun and palm trees,
Where only the sky and waves,
Where everything is sweet is unrealistic
And are most satisfied with
Where in a chaotic manner
Hydrages smoothly swinging
Walk on the beach mulattos
The requirements for all meeting ...

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

And on young Brazilians,
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 puddles,
Citizens go dull
And Monday besides ...