Текст песни Олег Митяев - Вот я вновь принимаю парад...

poems - I. Brodsky, muses. - L. Margolin

Here I am again taking the parade
brightened foliage on the plot
and, welcoming this return,
the hollow woodpecker knocks for a touch.

And from birch transparent to the door
the sheet half asleep is lowered.
I close the water, now
let it rain the lawns.

Smoke floats over the pipe, and the dawn
nods slightly from the dark gloom
the golden head of october,
drowning in wet fog.

I have nowhere else to hurry
for trouble, for heart freedom.
It remains to watch and breathe
silent, cold nature.