Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Подражая Некрасову, или Любовная песнь Иванова

Kazhinny times on this very spot
     I am reminded of his bride .
     Enter the Shalmali , order a hundred.

The river runs at my feet , the infection .
     I tell her mentally : beige .
     In the eye - tear . But see the corner of his eye
     Foundry Bridge and the silhouette of the barge.

My fiancee loved each other.
     I once knew a little something they were not killed .
     But strict Code . And what is my merit ,
     that sustained character. However, drinking .

I drank like a fish . If a plant
     not expelled , it would have rotted on the vine .
     When I see the phone booth ,
     then I go and sometimes call .

Suitable friend and we bazlaem other.
     He said to me: How are you, Ivanov ?
     What am I? I am silent. And he fright
     Come , screams, look at the boys.

They could have done I told her. But in fact,
     they did it . And the point , and dash .
     And I shout back: At last week.
     But that week, not in the calendar.

Hand where I hold now half a tin ,
     clutching her dress through the buffer.
     And so on . In the corner on the ottoman .
     The impression is that yesterday.

Mosley, overflowing pants,
     lay on the bed , all in wool.
     And throat wants to shout loudly : Bitches !
     But for some reason says: I'm sorry .

For what? Who? When I hear the seagulls
     then a sharp cry me shudder .
     The same sound when it comes,
     although even then mumbles : do not touch .

I knew her as well before - the whole .
     But life flies , forgetting about the brakes.
     And I'll take another bottle of white .
     She color as her eyes .