Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Это ряд наблюдений

This is - a series of observations. In the corner - warm.
Look left on the trail of things.
Water is a glass.
Man scarier than his skeleton .

Winter evening with wine in anywhere .
Veranda under the onslaught of willow .
The body is resting on his elbow ,
It is a moraine of the glacier .

After a thousand years of blind shellfish
derive from the tread through the fringe
print of " good night " mouth ,
I did not have to tell someone .