Текст песни Иосиф Бродский и McCallaman - Меня упрекали во всём, окромя погоды.

I was reproached for everything, besides the weather,
and I myself often threatened myself with a harsh bribe.
But soon, as they say, I'll take off my shoulder straps
and become just one star.

I will flicker in the wires a lieutenant of heaven
and hide in the cloud hearing thunder
not seeing how the army is under the onslaught of consumer goods
running, chased by a feather.

When there’s no more what was around
it doesn’t matter if they take you into the ring or it’s blitz.
So a schoolboy, having once seen ink in a dream,
ready for multiplication better than other tables.

And if you don’t wait for the speed of light, thanks,
then general maybe non-existence armor
appreciates attempts to turn it into a sieve
and thank you for the hole.