Текст песни Бродский - Во время ужина он встал из-за стола...

During dinner, he got up from the table
and he left the house . The moon
in the winter , and shade from the bush ,
overcoming curls fence
so clearly blackened snow ,
as they put down roots here .
Palpitations, not a soul around.

So great is the desire of all
lives to overcome the borders ,
spread high and wide,
that is only to look out the luminary ,
some on there , and at the same moment
neighborhood become prey
not of ourselves , but our aspirations .

1972