Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Инструкция опечаленным

Should not be very unhappy
          and, most importantly, secretive ...
           A. Akhmatova

     I was waiting for a bus in the city of Irkutsk,
     drank water immured in a tap,
     swallowed green snacks
     at night at the airport restaurant.
     I woke up from an airplane
     and danced to the rumble of a radio waltz,
     Then I rolled around the airfield
     and sadly came off the ground.
     And so he flew over the satin cloud,
     myself, as before, feeling homeless
     kept saying, hanging over the beautiful abyss:
     it's all about bottomless loneliness.

     Should not insist on life
     suffering from bitter stubbornness.
     A stranger is also akin to the homeland,
     how space is adjacent to a dead end.