Текст песни В. Словетский - Безымянный стих Иосифа Бродского

I was part of wild beasts in a cage,
Burns your time and klikuhu nail in the barracks,
He lived by the sea, playing roulette,
I dined with the devil knows someone in tails.
From the height of a glacier I look around half of the world,
Three times drowned twice been ripped.
He threw the country that I nursed.
From forgotten me you can reach the city.
I wandered in the steppes, remembering the screams Hun,
I put on it all over again in vogue,
I sow rye, black roofing paper covered threshing floor
And not only drank the water dry.
I admitted in my dreams burnished pupil convoy
I ate the bread of exile, leaving crusts.
Let your ligaments all sounds, in addition to howl;
I switched to a whisper. Now I'm forty.
What shall I say about life? What turned out to be long.
Only with grief I feel solidarity.
But as long as my mouth did not score the clay,
From it will be distributed only gratitude.