Lyrics Помни Имя Свое - Слепые блуждают ночью

The blind wander
    at night.
It's much easier at night
go across the square.

The blind go
    to the touch,
touching the world with your hands,
not knowing the light and shadow
and sensing the stones:
made of stone
    walls.

Behind them live men.
Women.
    Children.
        And money.
They are indestructible.
Go around the wall
And the music is in them
It is absorbed by stones.
She dies in them,
Grabbed by the hands.

The blind wander
    at night.
It's much easier at night
go across the square.
The blind are groping.

I'm dying at night.
Feel naoschup.
So the blind is easier.
The cry goes
    across the square

Joseph Brodsky