Текст песни Сергей Садовников - Иосиф Бродский - Муха

I

     While you sing, autumn came.
     Lucina stove melted.
     As long as you sing and fly,
     cold.

     Now you're slowly crawling on the surface of
     filthy plates, not looking
     back to where you came from in April.
     Now you barely

     MOVE. And worthless
     kill you. But, as a historian,
     death for which boring than flour,
     I hesitate, fly.

        II

     While you were singing and flying, leaves
     fell. And it is easier to pour
     water on the ground to back out of the puddle
     vchuzhe stare.

     And you, you see, completely blind. Can
     introduce color grains brain
     pomerkshey of thy pavement
     akin retina

     and shudder. But you, perhaps,
     satisfied with the spirit of stale
     housing, green curtains drooping.
     Life is long.

        III

     Ah, Tsokotukha, lost briskness,
     You look like an old Junkers,
     a black frame is a documentary
     distant era.

     Did not you there after midnight and then
     over my bassinet I was buzzing,
     persecuted in the window frame
     spotlights?

     And now, my dear, my yellow nail
     your abdomen is ready to touch,
     and you do not shudder with fright,
     buzzing, girlfriend.

        IV

     While you sang outside the window grayness
     intensified. And the door clave
     in the grooves of the dampness. And freezing heels.
     My house is in the doldrums.

     But you do not capture the pyramid
     faience have not washed
     dishes in the sink or tent
     sugar sweet.

     You're not up to it. Do not you
     German silver to their rubbish;
     communicate with her - our own peril.
     I was, however, too.

        V

     As old-fashioned your wings, legs!
     They fancied veil great-grandmother,
     Mixed with the day before yesterday
     French Tower -

     - Number nineteen century, in a word.
     But comparing with the marketing and the
     you, I turn into profit
     your death,

     pushing handle vile
     you to ethereal ideas, to full
     intangibility early.
     Forgive: cruel.

        VI

     What are you talking of dreams? On his battered,
     but not designed by anyone orbits?
     About the letter six-armed, for the sake of
     you in a notebook

     rashristanny on the ground plane
     kirillitsinym echo
     the only one whose color is used to
     you learned

     and takes wing. And now, the blind,
     you do not react, yielding
     bridgehead lively brunette female
     antics, gestures.

        VII

     While you were singing and flying birds
     thence departed. The streams plotitsy
     diminished, and in groves empty.
     crunches cabbage

     in the fields of cold, although dressed
     in winter. And a bomb somewhere
     alarm clock ticking, the face is not accurate,
     and explosion expired.

     And more - I do not hear anything.
     House cast light pokryshno
     back to the cloud. The grass withered.
     A little creepy.

        VIII

     And only two of us now - the contagion
     peddlers. Microbes phrases
     still capable of destroying living.
     We are only two:

     horrifying death of your body,
     my playing farmer
     to form, about eight
     pounds. Plus autumn.

     Very spoiled your Hummer!
     But time itself is not sorry
     us to spend. Say thank you,
     that - nespesivo,

        IX

     nebrezglivo that completely, or -
     It does not feel any linden
     he slips in the form of sluggish
     large and small

     Parhat. You fly off.
     For a time, however, old age
     and youth are indistinguishable.
     He causes

     investigation and alien, de jure,
     and the data in miniature
     -- especially. As the fingers in a hurry
     - Eagles and tails.

        X

     It is while you're there yourself flashed