оригинал - И. Бродский Октябрьская песня

A dummy of female quail is standing on mantelshelf
Old clocks сhirring in right way 
Please eveningly my crumpled drumheads
A tree by the window is a gray candle 

A sea has been for four days hollowly hooting by dam
Put off your book, take a needle
Darn my linen without lighting the lamp
For it's light in the corner thru the gold of you hair


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