Текст песни Евгений Клячкин - Городская элегия

poems Brodsky

[From the poem "Procession"]

Autumn leaves twilight moves
and new newspapers is white,
and zinc urns turn gray,
and a cloud hovers over-street.
And on the bridge trolley rumbles,
away River intermittently lights up,
a small lump in your sick
and small firing volleys.

And once again comes oblivion,
and shed light from the lamp to the paper,
looking out the window at the strange habitation
frightening street signs.
Lumps of paper rolls your age
along the alleys, along Diabase
and lanes disappear immediately.
And you see, you see all the top.

Anything you see in the sky,
for the new notice clouds.
How strange to find on the clock
all his life with his hands unclenching
and now understand that it is - as the oblivion,
that its fourth part is not lived,
you suddenly found himself at the mercy of
and did refuse it.

July 1969 - February 1970