Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - почему некрасивых не любят, 1957

Joseph Brodsky

He was thin , shabby , red ,
Mud covered garbage dumps him .
He wandered through the rusty roofs ,
A night sitting in the cellars .

He was an old and very weak ,
A cold sometimes cruel.
He froze paws
Similarly, as the feet get cool .

But it never heated ,
Not caressed and fed.
Because he was not spared .
Because he did not like .

Because the teeth fell out .
Because abscesses ears .
Why does not like ugly .
Someone has to love the ugly .