Текст песни И. Бродский - Вполголоса

Joseph Brodsky

In an undertone - certainly not in full -
say goodbye forever to your doorstep.
The hail will not move, the whole will not shake
from a muffled voice.
With God!
On the stairs, to the street, into the darkness ...
Before you are the outskirts in the smoke
expanses of swamps, evening coolness.
I am not an obstacle to your sight
to your sad words - not a barrier.
And that he - from here not to see.
Bunches of grass ... and larch decoration ...
You are not in joy, I am not in grace
uninhabited, accessible space.