мурка

слова Л. Дербенева, музыка А. Зацепина
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1C2XBwIouU0
/* на морском песочке я марусю встретил */

there among the pampas, where the bison run up,
and above the palmas the sundowns are like blood,
there lived a gloomy pirate in the jungle,
there he dwelt who didn't believe in love.

but one day it happened, after th' cannonade,
after a terrible battle, he was on his way to home,
slender silhouette colored like a chocolate
waved him with her hand from 'a' sandy shore.

where the love is, where the love is,
where the love is,
there is always blood being spilt.

like a statuette, the girl was there standing,
and the pirate hurried to direct his ship to her,
and he fell in loving, and he called and named her
a bird on the branches of his soul.

but once in a midnight, slim and beauty Creole
he saw with a brave young cowboy on the sand,
and with only one shot instantly he killed them,
and in anguish roamed on the bank.

and when in the morning, crying off the Creole,
he conceived that passion in the heart cannot be choked,
he streamed shot in himself, so to mute forever
a bird on the branches of his soul.

#a_ex

// https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPaP1jZ2DlA