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BezBand – A Song (Brodsky) lyrics
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
And I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
The tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
The other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car
And you'd shift the gear.
We'd find ourselves elsewhere,
On an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
When stars appear,
When the moon skims the water
That sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
To dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
In this hemisphere,
As I sit on the porch
Sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
Boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
If it's followed by dying?
Joseph Brodsky (c)
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
And I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
The tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
The other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car
And you'd shift the gear.
We'd find ourselves elsewhere,
On an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
When stars appear,
When the moon skims the water
That sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
To dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
In this hemisphere,
As I sit on the porch
Sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
Boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
If it's followed by dying?
Joseph Brodsky (c)
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