Текст песни Френки Шоу - я вас любил... иосиф бродский

I loved you. Love is still (perhaps,
that just pain) drills my brain.
Everything fell to pieces to pieces.
I tried to shoot myself, but it's difficult
with weapon. And further: whiskey:
in which to give? Spoiled did not shiver, but
thoughtfulness. Heck! All not human!
I loved you so much, hopelessly,
how God give you others - but will not!
He, being a lot of things,
will not do - for Parmenides - twice
this heat in the blood, a large-boned crunch;
so that the fillings in the mouth melt away from thirst
touch - "bust" I cross out - the mouth!

- I. Brodsky