Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Я родился и вырос

I was born and raised in the Baltic bogs near
zinc gray waves always ram- two ,
and here - all the rhymes , hence the faint voice ,
winding between them, as wet hair
if the winds at all. Leaning on his elbow ,
sink their differences in the ear does not roar ,
but claps canvases , shutters , palms , tea ,
boiling on a kerosene stove , a maximum - the cries of seagulls .
These flat edges and then stores from falsehood
heart that there is no place to hide and can see farther.
This is only for sound space is always a hindrance :
eye will not complain about the lack of echo.