Текст песни Бродский И.А. - Мои слова

I think my words will die
and time will smile, triumphing,
accompanying my joyless work
into the neighboring inanimate nature.
In the past, in the future, in the secrets of being,
in the space where astronauts roam,
in the endless seas - in the whole world I
I do not see the flattering truth for myself.
It is the duty of the poet to try to unite
the edges of the gap between soul and body.
Talent is a needle. And only the voice is the thread.
And only death is the limit to all sewing.