(И. Бродский - Воротишься на родину...)
Returning to the motherland. So, well.
Now look around; by who you are still needed?
Who needs you not as worker but as friend?
Returning to the home, buy for the dinner
some pretty sweet wine, think about the same,
look out of the most forgotten window:
it's only you. It's only you to blame,
and this is good, believe me. Thanks, God, really.
And it is good when it's noone to blame,
and it is good when you're not ever bound
by anyone, when you're not loved to death
and in the death you are not one to shout.
And it is good that there was no hand
which guided you directly into void,
and it is good to step on the homeland
and go alone from station filled with noise.
And it is good when, rushing for the home,
you catch yourself in words not spoken frankly
and understand that soul is so slow
at taking care of newly brought changes.
Returning to the motherland
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