From nowhere with love ориг. И. Бродский, ниоткуда

From nowhere with love on the ties of Marchember
My dear, precious, darling, no matter
Even who
For the features of face, to speak frankly,
I just cannot remember
This is not yours and no one's
Faithful friend, greeting you
From one of the five continents that is held on cowboys
I've been loving you more than angels and Lord
So I'm further from you now than from either of them
Late at night in the sleeping valley
On the very depth
In a town covered with snow up to door's handle
Writhing nightly on the sheet
As it hasn't been said below anyway
I am plumping the pillow with mooing "you"
Across the seas for which there's no end or border
In the dark with the whole body your every feature
Like a crazy mirror I'm running over