Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Ниоткуда с любовью...

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Nowhere with Love, Eleventh martobrya,
dear, dear, dear, but it does not matter
even who, because of facial features, saying
frankly, I do not have to remember, not yours, but
and welcomes you nobody's best friend with one
of the five continents, hold on cowboy.
I loved you more than the angels, and himself,
and so on now
from you than from both of them.
Late at night, asleep in the valley, at the bottom,
in town, snow-covered for the door handle,
writhing on the sheets at night,
discussed below but, at least,
I whip pillow moaning, "you"
just around the corner, which end in sight,
in the dark all over your features
a crazy mirror repeating.

1976.