Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Сонет

What a pity that so it became for me
     your existence , did not
     my existence for you .
     ... At that time the old wasteland
     I run a wire in space
     a copper penny , topped by the coat of arms ,
     in a desperate attempt to magnify
     instant connection ... Alas ,
     Besides , who can not be replaced
     the whole world , usually remains
     twist dented phone drive
     a table for a seance ,
     as long as the ghost did not answer echo
     final buzzer cries in the night .

             1967