Lyrics inear - Иосиф Бродский. Набросок

Kholui is shaking. The slave laughs.
     The executioner sharpens his ax.
     Tyrant is killing the capon.
     The winter moon glitters.

     Xie kind of patronymic, engraving.
     On the deckchair - Soldier and Dura.
     The old woman scratches the dead side.
     Xie kind of Fatherland, splint.

     The dog barks, the wind wears.
     Boris at Gleb's face asks.
     The pairs are spinning at the ball.
     In the hallway - a pile on the floor.

     The moon shines, the torment is the torment.
     Beneath it, like a separate brain, is a cloud ...
     Let the artist, a parasite,
     another landscape depicts.