Текст песни Словетский - Безымянный стих Иосифа Бродского

I was part of wild beasts in a cage,
 burned out his term and klikuhu nail in the barracks,
 lived by the sea, playing roulette,
 dined with the devil he knows someone in tails.
 From the height of a glacier I look around half of the world,
 three drowned twice been ripped.
 He threw the country that I nursed.
 From forgotten me you can reach the city.
 I wandered in the steppes, remembering the screams Hun,
 I put on it all over again in vogue,
 I sow rye, black roofing paper covered threshing floor
 and drank only water dry.
 I admitted in my dreams burnished pupil convoy
 I ate the bread of exile, leaving crusts.
 Let your ligaments all sounds, in addition to howl;
 whispering. Now I'm forty.
 What shall I say about life? What it was long.
 Only with grief I feel solidarity.
 But as long as my mouth did not score the clay,
 of it will be distributed only gratitude.