Lyrics Иосиф Бродский - Слепые блуждают ночью

The blind wander
at night.
Much easier at night
cross the square.

The blind live
to the touch,
touching the world with his hands
not knowing the light and shadow
and feeling the stones:
made of stone
walls.
Men live behind them.
Women.
Children.
Money.
therefore
indestructible
better to get around
walls.
And the music is in them
rests.
The stones will swallow the music.
And music
will die in them
captured by hands.
It’s bad to die at night.
Bad to die
to the touch.

So, it’s easier for the blind ...
Blind goes
across the square.