Rolling Down to Rio

A dream song. When you dream to see a far away land, nature and ocean. It’s a dream of freedom, of thirst for adventure. I picture a boy in my mind who comes to the port on Thursdays and sees off ships, dreaming of a day when he’ll have a chance to look at his town from the deck and embark on a adventurous voyage to the unknown, but so attractive world. This song is like a dream to get to Rio – the city Ostap Bender longed to go, the city of people clad in white, the city of forever benign weather, the city of easiness and freedom.