Текст песни Сделка с Совестью - Свобода

*****FREEDOM*****

Not that I 'm going crazy , but tired of the summer.
Shirt in the locker polezesh , and the day is lost .
Hurry to , whether that winter has come and brought it all -
city ​​, men , but to begin with greens.
I will sleep without undressing or any
a place to read someone else's book, for the time being remains of the year ,
like a dog , escaped from the blind ,
pass road in the right place .
Freedom is when you forget a patronymic of the tyrant ,
and the saliva in the mouth sweet halva Shiraz
and although your mind is twisted , like the horn of a ram ,
Nothing drips of blue eyes .

( Words of Joseph Brodsky )