"Romance of the violinist" Joseph Brodsky

Then, when love is not with us,
Then, when the cold hunchback,
Get the gun out of a suitcase,
Get it and laid it in a pawnshop.

Buy the money gramophone
And somewhere in the world and dance
(In the back of his head grows chime),
Oh, kiss gramophone handle.

Yes, listen to the advice violinist,
As the heat of the moment to shoot:
Not in the head and near the shoulder!
Live just crying and crying!

On a platter, I'll carry the heart
And somewhere in the yard leave.
Friends, ah, guess the face,
What heart are not found in a hole,

Realized on a pink breast,
And just ahead of gramophones,
And only the string-string, wire,
And only in the throat red water.

© Joseph Brodsky.

Even more lyrics:
In fact, I only like you
When I celebrate eighty years ...
What a luxury - not be in vogue

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