Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Фонтан

Fountain

From the mouth of a lion
not rushing stream and not audible roar.
Hyacinths bloom. No whistle, no shouting,
no votes. Motionless foliage.
And this situation and strange for such a terrible face,
and new.
Dry mouth
rusted and larynx: the metal is not eternal.
Just someone zaverchen tight valve,
burying in booths, at the end of the tail,
and nettle entangled valve. Evening Descends;
from the bush
host of shadows
runs out to the fountain of the lions of the thicket.
Surround kinsman, sleeping in the center of the bowl,
jumping the barrier, begin to wear it,
lick the face and feet of their leader. And, more often,
the darker
menacing look. And so
Finally it merges with them and sharply
It comes to life and jumps down. And all the congregation briskly
runs away into the darkness. welkin
Star hides behind a cloud, and a sober-minded
call
Abduction of the leader -
as the first drops glisten on the bench -
call the kidnapping of the leader of the approximate rain.
Rain descends to earth slanting line,
failure in the air network or cage for the lion's little family
no assembly and nail.
Warm
rain
drizzles.
Like a lion, they larynx
not cool.
You will not like and will not be forgotten.
And you at a late hour of the ground rose again,
if you were a monster, monsters company.
disclose
your escape
rain and snow.
And, not prone to colds,
still you come back into this world for the night.
For there is no loneliness more than the memory of the miracle.
So in the prison returned to her people visited
and doves - the ark.

1967