Текст песни Бродский - Деревянный Лаокоон, сбросив на время гору с...

Wooden Laocoon , dropping on the mountain with time
     shoulders, sticks them under a huge cloud. From Cape
     raid sharp gusts of wind. voice
     tries to keep the words , yelp , within the meaning of .
     Rain pours : twisted ropes
     lash back hills , just the blade in the bath .
     Midwinter sea of moving bits of the colonnade ,
     as salty language for broken teeth .
     Feral heart still beats for two.
     Every hunter knows where to sit pheasants - in a pool under a still .
     For the present day stands still tomorrow ,
     as a predicate for the subject .