Текст песни И. Бродский - В горах

1

Saxon blue forest
Snow broken porcelain.
World colorless world whitish
exact lime solution.

You, in a brown coat,
I, Devil sales.
You - no, I - no.
Together, we - almost the landscape.

2.

The white slopes of the peace and quiet.
A knock on the hammer Valley.
Tendency to the foot of the mountains to
can the town roofs.

Mountain peak accessible to dreams,
film, dump clouds.
Tendency to the foot of the mountains, to us,
theirs are the wrong side of steeps.

3.

At night, captured the plateau.
Fluttering wick.
You - no, I - no:
smoke loop.

The cloud hiding, wandering God,
fingernail nibbling month.
As the landscape from a place sideways,
We can not go mad.

4

Blue Saxon forest.
To look in the mirror and the distance
lost interest
eyes gray crystal.

Mountain Air, whose glass
sigh no one knows what
breaks as a squeegee,
carbon brick.

5

We are with you - no, nothing.
These mountains - our phrases
echo, grew up in a hundred,
two hundred, three hundred thousand times.

Reduce it until they were hoarse,
likened not the first time
our ribs and ridges
they are even broken curve.

6.

The hug tight,
the space behind - mountains,
slopes, folds sheets -
more time in reproach.

But the pendulum step
outside space to start
too powerless as the highway,
more meat on the bone.

7.

Blue Saxon forest.
World serrated, feeling,
that matter to spare.
This is - a local leitmotif.

Next - only oxygen:
I went into the body kutia
through the nostrils, the mouth.
Taste and color - nothingness.

eight

What do we breathe - we have,
that we tread - that we rot.
This type of essence, in our honor,
their refusal to join.

This - the land of the earth. End
geology; limit.
A place just below the crown
the air ejected bodies.

nine

In this sense, we - the couple,
in the highest harmonious union.
Below - obviously not a damn thing.
I'm afraid to look.

Stronger in my elbow clutching,
defeating the power of passion
Gravitation - a chance up
zaglyadevshis, fall down.

ten

Blue Saxon forest.
The world vigilantly tracking birds
- Gulliver and Hercules -
for the antics of the particles.

The sum of the two decays, we
We can give instead of
lampshade without fringe,
Mosley knock on the room.

eleven

"Knock, knock, knock" knock leg
on the move in pine floor.
Mountain hiding as snow,
in the color of its own verb.

What good is a steep slope,
that, stripped naked,
Yet - neodushevlen;
the same thing - a rock.

12

In this world, the terrible forms
our business - side.
We are for them - grazing,
dot, two grains.

Whose homeliness, in turn,
better muscles and bones
It keeps us from
two mutual precipices.

13

Blue Saxon forest.
The proximity of a person.
Expanse of cheeks - a counterweight
their language end cells.

View, chained to the devil,
lit and in the shade -
Continuation of the cells there,
where they end up.

fourteen

Not love, but the meaning of the cheekbones,
superciliary arcs, the sound "ah"
achieve - through drone
blood own - in the mountains.

Against them, I, you,
Both being black,
ihnim snow on features
our people are doomed.

15

We others will not be! or
here nor there, where everyone is equal.
That is why today
at this point numbered.

The clearer in abutment
profile, porosity, full face,
the natural selection
at all times we have.

16

Blue Saxon forest.
Dreams basalt relatives.
A world without a future, without
- easier - tomorrow.

You and I are one, nothing.
The amount of people to your my,
whose essay and a hundred
thousand years is unique.

17
There will be no others! Night,
Stunt smoke over the pipe.
In the morning we are away from here,
Down, with a cooked lip.

The sum of two decays, from two
Libys passing - me and you.
Billions of snowy flies
Do not save from poverty.

eighteen

We are the price - the bazoker!
Trifle trump!
I die, and you die.
One psya Krev flows in us.

Who is on this penny, how to get
sharpens tooth from behind the corner?
Sleep, breaking us, can give
Only a chick and an eagle.

19

Blue Saxon forest.
Nast lunar emery.
Immobility progress,
That is - Khodika Tik-like.

Shot room square.
Covered from canvas.
Lost geometry
Like madness, simple.

twenty

That is not an angel flying
whispered: "to blame".
That is not a double bodies.
Then two lamps in the thousand watt

At night, peace on the edge,
Razing is doing -
My life is your life
Could not seemble.

21.

Save on a black day,
Each inherent in fate
These thoughts are rubbing
About me and about yourself.

Complete temporary out
permanent one is impossible
as a lumber top and bottom
confuse not threatening.