Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Приехать морю в несезон...

Come to the sea in the off-season,
in addition to material benefits,
It has the more reason,
it is - a temporary, but the output
the brackets of the year, out of the gate
prison. Chuckling wryly,
let time does not take bribes,
The space, friend, lovers of money!
Eagle dvugrivennika rights
Four-time trampling!
Here the vineyards from the hill
Ran dark green with fatness.
Mistress of the white house
There stoked pink beech.
Rooster evening wails
Steep slow somersault,
The moon does not threaten to break
On the surface of asphalt chipped.
Her darkness and other luminaries
Bay would easily comprehended.
When so many behind
Total, in particular - grief,
Support someone's not wait,
Sit on the train, disembark at sea.
It is extensive. It
And deeper. This superiority -
Not too happy. But
If we feel orphaned,
it is better at locations whose appearance
care than quips.
October 1969 Gurzuf