Дом Кукол - Бродский - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The point is always visible at the end of the straight line. The eyelid is enough space, like air - a gill. From the mouth, which said everything except "My God," abracadabra bursts out with a noise. Subtraction, which began with whirligig, etc., is matched to external data; cobwebbed corners give the room a suitcase look. There is nowhere else to go. It is no longer possible to distinguish Zlatoust from Zlatorotts. And the alarm clock ticks off in silence, as if the house would explode in ten minutes ...