Текст песни Игорь Егиков - Иосиф Бродский - Исп. Ирина Воронцова

Out of nowhere with love, above Martrab,
dear, respected, cute, but not important
even who, for the devil's devil
frankly, not to remember, not yours, but
And a certain faithful friend welcomes you from one
Of the five continents holding on cowboys.
I loved you more than angels and myself
And so then now
From you than from both of them.
Far, late at night, in the valley, at the very bottom,
In a town, covered with snow on the door handle,
Caring at night on the sheet,
as not said below, at least
I whip the pillow with the mouse "you"
beyond the mountains, which is the end and the edges,
In the dark with your whole body, your features
Like a crazy mirror, repeating.

The magi will forget your address.
There will be no stars above the head.
And only the winds are sipper howl
You ask you as if you got up.
You will drop a shadow from tired shoulders,
By blowing a candle before lying.
Since there are more days than a candle,
The calendar promises us.
What's this? Sadness? Perhaps sadness.
A melting, familiar by heart,
It is repeated. Let it go.
Let it happen again.
Let it sound in the death hour,
Like gratitude to mouth and eye
what makes us
Sometimes look into the distance.
And silently looking at the ceiling,
since it is clearly empty stocking
You will understand that stinginess is just a guarantee
That is too old.
What is late to believe miracles.
And, raising his eyes to heaven,
You suddenly feel that you yourself
- A sincere gift.

Floats in the longing of inexplicable
Among the brick inspection
The night boat is unhappy
From the Alexander Garden,
The night flashlight is unsuccessful,
A lifting rose is similar,
Above the head of their loved ones,
At the feet of passers -by.
Floats in the longing of inexplicable
The bee move somnambul, drunkards.
In the night capital of a photograph
The foreigner made sadly
and leaves for the horde
taxi with sick riders,
And the dead are in the arms of
With mansions.
Floats in the longing of inexplicable
Singer singer in the capital,
stands at the kerosene shop
The sad janitor is chubby,
hurry on the street of a nondescript
The lover is old and beautiful.
Midnight train is a newlywed
Sails in the longing inexplicable.
Floats in the darkness of Zamoskvoretskaya,
Swims into the misfortune of random,
Jewish reprimand wanders
On the yellow staircase sad,
And from love to gloomy
On New Year, Sunday,
The beauty is floating,
without explaining your longing.
The cold evening floats in the eyes,
Snowflakes tremble on the carriage,
frosty wind, pale wind
He will cover the red palms,
and pouring honey of the evening lights
And it smells of sweet halvoy,
night pie carries the Christmas Eve
Above the head.
Your New Year is dark blue
Wave in the middle of the sea of ​​urban
floats in the longing inexplicable,
As if life will begin again
as if there will be light and glory
Good day and plenty of bread
as if life will swing to the right,
Swing to the left.

Good path, good path, return with money and glory.
A good way, a good way, oh how far you are, God's right!
Where are you in a hurry, running around the endless earth,
How you are not here! You are as if dead, dear.
In this new country, immaculate asphalt under the leg,
Your hands and chest - you become boldly different,
In this new country, where you hug and breathe,
You speak the microphone, but you don’t hear someone in the world.
I keep your face, directed for a moment in hopelessness, -
Indifferent to you - for your passing tenderness,
For your loneliness, for your blind one -thought,
For your confusion, for your silent youth.
All that you overtake, remove, you are brought by,
Everything that was and is, everything that will be driven.
at night, in the afternoon, in winter, in the summer, spring
And in the autumn fields - this all remains with me.
I accept your gift, your limp, thoughtless gift,
sin washed, so that life swings open like a thousand arches,
And perhaps the signal is friendly - about the life of life,
So as not to go astray on your unharmed homeland.
Goodbye! Goodbye! It’s not you there-this is someone else
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,