Текст песни Нина Толмачева - И. Бродский - Волосы за висок...

Hair of the temple
between fingers run,
waves, obliquely,
and do not see the lips,
left on the shore,
face, close my eyes,
missed first trimester on the run
against the current. Different

roznenny World features
there is nothing to connect.
Night trail
clue
looking language, gaze,
like a greyhound,
resting in space,
dissected tear.

Upstream, down -
I. Serried century
not opened, wrap:
there, the flow up,
that (Do not bother my eyes)
there at your river?
Does not the same there that for
the mouth of my hand?

World five fingers. Slice
night. And the world of eyelashes.
He and the other without
foreseeable borders.
And our word to you,
thoughts and deeds
endless, as two
angel wings.