Текст песни Сергей Труханов - Ночь, одержимая белизной...

Joseph Brodsky
Night, possessed white ... (1987)

 Night, possessed white
     skin. On windy mignonette,
     shutter scratching, carved up,
     finely quivering stars
     night, trembling in every fiber
     like an insect clings, black,
     the lamp, whose convexity is hot,
     although totally disabled.
     Sleep. In the twenty-five candles,
     mining carotid nonsense,
     It has managed not to lose rays
     broke it on your features,
     You dim light inside,
     as long as, leaning on the shoulder with his lips,
     I like reading a book with
     you til Warehouse whisper.