Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Я родился и вырос

I was born and raised in the Baltic bogs , beside
zinc gray waves always ram- two ,
and hence - all rhyme , hence the faint voice ,
winding between them, as wet hair ,
if the winds at all. Leaning on his elbow ,
shell ear to distinguish them not roar ,
but popping paintings , shutters , palms , tea ,
boiling on a kerosene stove , a maximum - the cries of seagulls .
In these flat edges of the stores and from falsehood
heart, that there is no place to hide and can see further.
This is only for sound space is always a hindrance :
the eye does not complain about the lack of echo .