Текст песни И. А. Бродский - В Италии

And I once lived in a city where they grew on houses
statues, where along the streets with a cry "grew! grow up! "
the local philosopher was running, shaking his beard,
and the endless promenade made life short.
Now the sun is setting there, the caryatid is blind.
But those who loved me more than themselves,
no longer alive. Having lost contact with the object
stalking, dogs sniffing scraps,
and this is their resemblance to memory, to the life of things. Sunset;
voices in the distance, cries like "bastard!"
go away! ”in someone else’s dialect. But there is nothing more clear.
And the world's best lagoon with a golden dove
sparkles strongly, the pupil tearing off.
A man who has lived to the point where you can’t
love him more, disdain to swim against the contrary
furious current, hiding in perspective.