Semen Slepakov - перед посольством 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, behind the oak door,
Consuls listen to sambu -
they would rub them into trust
And would be there!
Where only the sun and palm trees,
Where only the sky and waves,
where everything is cute unrealistic
and most satisfied as possible;
where, in a chaotic manner,
Hydrans smoothly swinging
Mulattos walk along the beach
the requirements for all meeting ...
Dorm the tramps on the benches
In the middle of the infinite summer,
And the flags develop
yellow-green color ...
In the sunny city of God,
An affectionate stone look,
He, in atertically strictly,
Looks from Mount Karkavado.
There, in the twilight of the living room,
Listening to the sounds of the guitar
I would cut down the 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 Kopakoban ...
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.