tekst Belfast tune
Here's a girl from a dangerous town
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.
She folds her memories like a parachute.
Dropped, she collects the peat
and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot
here where they eat.
Ah, there's more sky in these parts than, say,
ground. Hence her voice's pitch,
and her stare stains your retina like a gray
bulb when you switch
hemispheres, and her knee-length quilt
skirt's cut to catch the squall,
I dream of her either loved or killed
because the town's too small.
|thanked 3 times|
Joseph Brodsky: Najbardziej popularne 3
|1.||Не выходи из комнаты (Ne vykhodi iz komnaty)|
|2.||Я всегда твердил, что судьба — игра (Ya vsegda tverdil, chto sudʹba — igra)|
idiomy z piosenki "Belfast tune"
|1.||less of that|