Текст песни И. Бродский - Край земли с точки зрения воздуха

Joseph Brodsky

From the point of view of the air , ground edge
everywhere. What beveling clouds
matches - what would not swept
tracks - with a sense of the heel.
And the eye that looks neighborhood ,
bevels , that thy sickle, field ;
the amount of small change places with the terms
unrecognizable zero.
And smile glide like a shadow of a rook
on the gap-toothed hedges, lush bush
rosehip biting , but shouting
honeysuckle , without moving his lips .