Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Я был только тем, чего ты касалась ладонью

I was just the fact that
You touch his hand,
is something in the dead crows
Night has declined brow.

I was just the fact that you
there, below, are distinguished:
Obscure first appearance,
much later - features.

It's you, is hot,
oshuyu, right hand
ear shell
I create, whispering.

It's you, fingering
shade in moist chamber
mouth I put a voice
I hail you.

I was just blind.
You originating hiding,
zryachest granted me.
So leave a trail.

So create worlds.
So, having created them, often
left spin,
lavishing gifts.

So, throw it in the heat,
in the cold, the light in the dark,
lost in the universe,
spinning ball.