Lyrics Иосиф Бродский - Стихи о зимней кампании 1980 года

& quot; In the midday heat in the valley of Dagestan ... & quot;
           Lermontov

        I

     Bullet velocity at a low temperature
     strongly depends on properties of the target ,
     from the desire to keep warm in the musculature
     torso , in a complex interweaving of the neck.
     Stones are like a second army.
     Shadow press in loam captive .
     Sky - as crumbling lime .
     Airplane dissolved in it like moths.
     And a spring mattress of rip
     rises explosion. Splashing funnel
     how to escape foam , blood , unable to absorb
     a primer coated solid film.

        II

     North, the shepherd and the sower , driving a herd of
     to the sea, to the South , spreading cold.
     Clear frosty afternoon in the valley Chuchmekistana .
     The mechanical elephant , lifting the trunk
     in horror at the black mouse
     mines in the snow, spewing the throat
     encamp lump obsessive thoughts ,
     as Mohammed, budge uphill.
     Snow lies on the tops ; heavenly pantry
     let them dry in the afternoon excess.
     Mountains do not move , passing
     his immobility bodies of those killed.

        III

     Mournful singing Slav
     evening in Asia. Merznuschaya , crude
     human pork
     lying on the floor of the caravanserai .
     Smoldering dung , legs numb ;
     smells rags forgotten bath.
     Dreams are the same as the uniform.
     More ammo than memories
     and in the mouth of many & quot; cheers & quot; precipitate .
     Glory to those who , without raising his gaze,
     walked into the abortion clinics in the sixties,
     save the fatherland from shame !

        IV

     What is the content of the buzzing drone ?
     What - the aircraft ?
     Live becomes as difficult
     how to build a house of grapes
     or - card ensembles .
     All unstable ( again - and blew )
     family , private thoughts , saklya .
     Over the ruins of the village
     night. Shopping for a fuel oil
     getting cold iron. Moon fear
     drown in the boot barefoot
     hidden in the clouds , as if in a turban of Allah.

        V

     Idle, nobody breathe more air .
     Imported , dumped haphazardly
     silence. Growing as Opara ,
     emptiness. Exists on the stars
     life would have heard the applause ,
     the ramp would hunt artillery , blinking .
     Murder - a naive form of death ,
     tautology , aria parrot
     handiwork usually tenacious eyebrow
     catching a fly life in their sights
     young people, familiar with blood
     hearsay or breaking tselok .

        VI

     Pull the blanket Dig in the dust of the mattress
     hole , and listen zalyag & quot; yy & quot; siren.
     New glaciation - glaciation slavery
     creeps on the globe . his moraine
     dominates powers , memories , blouses .
     Muttering , rolling out of orbit ,
     we grow into the future shellfish,
     bo no one can not hear us , we just trilobites .
     Blowing from the hallway , well , square windows .
     Turn , turn to Kalachik .
     Spine honors eternity. Not that curl .
     In the morning, do not get out of karachek .

        VII

     In the stratosphere , all forgotten , bitch
     barks, staring.
     & quot; ball ! Ball! Welcome. I - Beetle & quot ;.
     Ball at the bottom , and on it the equator.
     As the collar. Slopes, fields , ravines
     repeated its whiteness cheekbones.
     Blush all went to the flags.
     And snow- podklet chickens
     also, wincing at the Wake ,
     put the immaculate color eggs.
     If something is black , only letters .
     Traces survived miraculously hare.