Текст песни Хисамутдинов Вячеслав - Я вас любил. Иосиф Бродский. 21 Сонетов к Марии Стюард.

VI

     I loved you. Love even (perhaps
     just pain) drill my brain ,
     All shattered to hell , into pieces .
     I tried to shoot , but it's hard
     with weapon. And further , whiskey :
     which vdarit ? The port does not shiver , but
     thoughtfulness . Heck! it's not like human beings !
     I loved you so much , hopeless,
     how to give you a god other - - - but do not give !
     He , being much much,
     not created - by Parmenides - twice
     This heat in the breast , boned crunch
     to seal melted in the mouth with thirst
     touch - " bust " is crossed out - the mouth !