Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - В деревне Бог живет не по углам

In the village of God does not live in the corners,
     thought scoffers , and everywhere.
     He sanctifies the roof and utensils
     and honestly door bisects .
     In the village he - in excess. In iron
     He cooks on Saturdays lentils,
     was dancing sleepily in the fire ,
     winks at me as an eyewitness .
     He puts the fence . Throws
     the damsel by the forester. And for fun
     satisfied with the eternal undershoot
     The overseer , shoot a duck .
     The possibility of watching all of this ,
     listening to autumn whistle ,
     only , in general , the grace ,
     available in the village atheist .