Текст песни Эрнесто Заткнитесь - Бродский в Крыму

How to get the hand for hand holiday look
The phone you, "Alla Sea"
Wait at night, chilled valleys of sand -
Collision with thy hand.

So I did not grow out, 3 years later,
"Cabernet" opening at the pier,
On your knees, that keeps the darkness,
Landed neck seek.

However, you are not in the space. Absentia, in the mind
You of course are present. Cashew
It smells light temple. And yet it seems to me,
With the aforesaid fiery speech

I will be able to recreate your system atoms
In the folds of the wet heat of the evening.
But the pier is empty and gloomy. I touch the foot
Stroking the warm Black Sea ...

All that I remembered in silence "Cabernet"
There is only by the light of thought.
If still get together once in a dream,
Promise to wait on the pier.