Текст песни 3. Иосиф Бродский - Обоз

The creak of carts is the stronger
the more shadows around,
stronger the further they go
from the barbed stubble.
From rut to rut
they tear their throat
the louder the further the meadow,
the thicker the foliage around.

Bare alder top
and yellow birch tops
see, calming the chills,
how the bundled sheaf looks
into the clear vault of heaven.
Again a driftwood, and here
trees do not hear birds,
and the creak of wooden spokes
and loud cursing of the drivers.