Текст песни Денис Фокин - I Приезд императора. Бродский. Post aetatem nostram.

"Empire - a country for fools."
     Blocked due to a movement
     Emperor's arrival. Crowd
     thronging legionaries, songs, shouts;
     but closed palanquin. love object
     He does not want to be an object of curiosity.

     An empty coffee shop behind the palace
     Hobo with a Greek unshaven disabled
     play dominoes. on a tablecloth
     are the scum of the street light,
     and echoes jubilation peacefully
     stir curtains. Loser Greek
     considers drachma; winner asks
     hard boiled egg and a pinch of salt.

     The spacious bedroom old farmer
     It tells of a young heterosexual,
     I saw the Emperor. hetaera
     He does not believe, and laughs. These
     a prelude to love their games.