Текст песни Стихи Иосифа Бродского - апофеоз частиц

Experimental-poetic
Electro Post-Rock Project

= Apotheosis of particles =
(I.Brodsky)

Only ash knows what it means to burn the dot.
But I will also say that I have a love for ahead:
Not everything is worn by the wind, not all the broom,
Widely taking the courtyard, picks up.
We will remain a crumpled stub, spit, in the shade
Under the bench where the angle to penetrate the beam will not give.
And lean in an embrace with mud, counting days
In humus, precipitate, in a cultural layer.
Kamava scoop, the archaeologist will decline to fall
jump off but his opening will thunder
On the whole world, as a passion burned to the ground,
as a reverse version of the pyramids.
"Carrion!" He will exhale, clasping the belly,
But it will be further from us than the earth from birds,
because Padal - freedom from cells, freedom from
whole: apotheosis of particles.