Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Наряду с отоплением, в каждом доме

Along with heating in every home
there is a system of absence. Hidden in the wall
her silent batteries
flooding housing with undiluted emptiness
all year round, regardless of the weather,
apparently working from the network
on raw materials supplied by death, arrest or
just jealousy. This temperature
rises in the evening. One turn of a key
and you find yourself where there isn’t
nobody: like a thousand years ago
or a little earlier: in the era of glaciation,
before evolution. Usurped space
never gives up his
uninhabitable recalling
hard-core monkey
on primordial pre-glacial law
voids on the living space. Lack is only
home address of nonexistence,
preferring in the end
under the curtain, being a bourgeois,
boulders or brown moss wallpaper.
The more detailed their jungle, the more miserable the monkey.