Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Одиночество,1959

When loses balance
     your mind is tired ,
     when rung of the ladder
     leave from under the feet ,
     the deck ,
     when spits on humanity
     your night loneliness -

     you can
     to think about eternity
     and to question the integrity
     ideas , hypotheses , perception
     works of art,
     and - by the way - very conception
     Madonna son Jesus .

     But it is better to worship givens
     Deep her grave ,
     which then ,
     the statute of limitations ,
     seem so nice .
     Yes I Am.
         It is better to worship givens
     short of its roads,
     which then
     strangely
     you seem
     wide,
     seem large ,
     dusty ,
     studded with compromises
     seem large wings ,
     seem big birds .

     Yes I Am. Better bow givens
     with its shabby yardstick
     which then to the extreme,
     serve for you railing
     ( although not particularly clean )
     held in equilibrium
     your lame truth
     this chipped stairs.