Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Стихи в апреле

This winter crazy
     I did not come down again, and winter
     You look and over. The noise of the ice flow
     and green cover
     I distinguish - and therefore healthy.
     With the new season
     I congratulate myself
     and the pupil of the Fontanka blind,
     I droblyu yourself a hundred.
     Five fingers on the face
     I spend - and in the brain, as in a forest,
     subsidence crust.

     Short of gray hairs,
     I look like the tug among ice floes
     his way to the mouth. Not less
     the remembrance of evil
     The transformation of the paper into a goat
     tempered insults. Sorry same
     for the sublime syllable;
     not the end of the Troubles,
     winter does not end.
     This - the essence of change,
     in the crush, in a quarrel Kamen
     at the feast of Mnemosyne.