Сергей Садовников - Иосиф Бродский - Муха
текст песни

I

While you sang, autumn has come.
The beam melted the stove.
While you sang and fly,
Caught.

Now you are slowly crawling down the surface
shabby stove without looking
To where you came from in April.
Now you are barely

You move. And nothing is worth
kill you. But as a historian,
Death for which is boring than flour,
I am heating, fly.

II

While you sang and fly, leaves
hit. And it’s easier to pour
water to the ground, so that back from a puddle
Light out.

And you, you see, are completely blind. Can
Present the color of the grain of the brain,
faded from yours, paving stones
Akin, retina,

And shudder. But you are perhaps
Set a lying spirit
housing, green curtains are dungeon.
Life dragged on.

III

Ah, the bonus, having lost the fraternity,
You look like an old Junkers,
like a black frame documentary
The era of distant.

Isn't you there you will have it out of now and then
I was buzzing over my lulcoy,
persuading in the window frame
spotlights?

And now, dear, my yellow nail
Touch your belly
And you do not shudder from fright,
Zhuzhzh, girlfriend.

IV

While you sang, behind the window gray
intensified. And the door settled
In grooves from dampness. And the heels are freezing.
My house is in decline.

But not to captivate you not with a pyramid
Faansova has not been washed for a long time
dishes in the sink, no tent
Sugar sweet.

You are not up to that. Do not you
to Melchiorova of their rubbish;
To contact her is more expensive.
I, however, too.

V

How old -fashioned your wings, paws!
The veil of great -grandmother's veil, a veil,
Mixed from the day before yesterday
French tower -

- A century of nineteen, in a word.
But, comparing with that and
you, I turn into profit
Your destruction

Pushing the handle with a vile
you are to ethereal thought, to complete
Interesting with the deadline.
Sorry: cruelly.

VI

What are you dreaming about? About their beaten,
But not designed by anyone orbit?
About the letter by a six -hand, for the sake
You are in a notebook

spinning
Cyrillic echo
the only one whose color happened
You recognized

And she argued. And now, blind
You do not react, yielding
bridgehead of living brunettes, female
Grinkles, gestures.

VII

While you sang and fly, birds
They left here. In the streams of dams
decreased, and in the groves empty.
Crushes cabbage

in the fields from the cold, although dressed
In the winter. And a bomb somewhere
the alarm clock is ticking, the face is not accurate,
And the explosion is expired.

And more - nothing is heard.
The light is discarded at home.
back to the cloud. The grass is dry.
A little creepy.

VIII

And only two of us now - infection
Vyvnikov. Microbes, phrases
equally capable of hitting the living.
There are only two of us:

Your terrible death of Taurus,
mine playing a farmer
with education, about eight
pounds. Plus autumn.

Your buzzing is completely deteriorated!
But the time is not sorry for yourself
Tash to us. Say thank you,
that - non -resposive,

IX

What is completely scutty, or -
Doesn't feel what linden
he is slipped in the form of sluggish
Big and small

Parchate. You flew away.
For time, however, old age
And youth are indistinguishable.
He is the reasons

And the investigations are alien to de jure,
and data in miniature
-- especially. Like fingers in a hurry
- Eagles and tails.

X

It is while you flashed there