Текст песни Бродский. - Он был мой Север,Юг, Мой Запад, Мой Восток...

verses of Joseph Brodsky,
based on a poem by Uisten Auden
"Stop all the clock, cut off the telephone"

Stop the clock, forget about the phone
and Bobik
give a bone
so that he does not yap.
Cover
piano.
Under the drum roll
and sobbing
let be
now take out the coffin!
Let the airplane
explaining howl
draw in heaven
"He is dead"
over your head.
Let the swan into the butterfly
will hide sadness from the crepe.
Traffic controllers in black gloves let.
He was my north
south,
my west, my east
my six day
work,
my weekend delight
words and their
motive
pronouns alloy.
Love
I thought
there is no end -
I was
not right.
Extinguish the constellations and do not look anymore
up!
Pack the moon
and the sun
make out
pour in the cup
ocean,
clean the forest.
Henceforth
no one else can be found in them.