Текст песни Елена Фролова -Иосиф Бродский - В деревне Бог живет не по углам

In the village, God does not live in the corners,
As scoffers think, but everywhere.
He sanctifies the roof and dishes
And honestly divides the door in half.

He is abundant in the village. In cast iron
He cooks lentils on Saturdays
Dances sleepily on the fire
Winks at me like an eyewitness.

He sets up hedges. Gives out
Maid for the forester. And as a joke
Arranges eternal undershoot
A patrolman shooting a duck.

The opportunity to observe all this,
Listening to the autumn whistle,
The only, in general, grace,
Available in the village to an atheist.