Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Тихотворение мое, мое немое - Иосиф Бродский

Tihotvorenie my, my silent ,
However, the tax - to the fear of an excuse
where to complain and the yoke
who will tell how life hold ?
As late midnight looking Glazunov
Moon behind curtains lit match ,
hand shake off the dust of madness
with fragments of yellow grin in writing .
As this borzopis that thick molasses ,
there is not smeared , but who at the knee and
elbow least refract , again ,
a loaf of sliced ​​, tihotvorenie ?