Текст песни И. А. Бродский - Я сижу у окна

always parting with you, my friend,
Draw a simple circle on paper,
It will be me: nothing inside.
Look at him, and then erase him.
I always kept saying that fate is a game.
Why do we need fish, since there is caviar.
That the gothic style will triumph like a school,
Like the ability to hang around avoiding an injection.
I am sitting by the window. Outside the window is an aspen.
I loved a few. However, it is strong.
I kept saying that forest is only part of the log.
What is the whole virgin, if there is a knee.
What is tired of dust raised by a century,
The Russian eye will rest on the Estonian spire.
I am sitting by the window. I washed the dishes.
I was happy here and will not be anymore.
I wrote that in the light bulb is the horror of the floor.
That love, as an act, is devoid of a verb.
What Euclid didn’t know, that when climbing a cone,
The thing does not gain zero, but Chronos.
I am sitting by the window. I recall youth.
I smile at times. Sometimes I’ll spit it out.
My song was devoid of motive.
But you can’t sing her in chorus. No wonder
what reward me for such speeches
Nobody puts their feet on their shoulders.
I am sitting by the window. Outside the window like an ambulance
The sea is booming behind a wavy curtain.
Second-class citizen, proudly
I recognize the goods of the second grade
Your best thoughts, and the days to come
I give them as an experience in dealing with suffocation.
I am sitting in the dark. And she's no worse
in the room than the darkness outside.