Текст песни Читает Иосиф Бродский - В деревне Бог живет не по углам...

In the village of God does not live in the corners,
thought scoffers , and everywhere.
It covers the roof and utensils
and honestly door bisects .

In the village it is in excess. The iron
He cooks on Saturdays lentils ,
He was dancing sleepily in the fire ,
He winks at me as an eyewitness .

He puts a fence , issues
the damsel by the forester and a joke ,
arranges eternal undershoot
Rangers , shoot a duck .

The possibility of watching all of this ,
listening to the whistling of the autumn ,
only , in general , the grace ,
available in the village atheist .

1964