Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Из слез дистиллированных зрачком

by Boris Vetrov

PASSAGE

From tears distilled pupil
my throat washing, outside
not elucidated, and there, under the cerebellum,
formed an icy puddle,
of night, stained pipe
kapriznak superior males,
from the blood, so spoiled you,
- And that's true - I create your ghost
and I like the dog, do not tear your eyes
from the intersection where the many-voiced
furiously barking brakes
when the crowd get off wheels
trolley buses when the red light
run your ghost fear that
inherent in most glohnuschim motors,
than the driver. And if this is nonsense,
night my delirium, then - squeeze whiskey.
But heavy drivel uninterrupted night
alarm clock, rumbling streetcar,
huge city tearing to pieces,
like a white sheet where it says & quot; & quot ;. goodbye
But destroying the address on the envelope,
you enter into a house whose rooms zoster
Oblivion cuts, and the thought of death
asylum seeking in the fading mind
to touch as casual inhabitant
someone else's fingers in the dark apartment
walls fumbles in fear switch.

1969