Текст песни Джей Фост - Мои предрассветные

my predawn
poems

written on a napkin
on the kitchen tablecloth

without a single
pronouns -

like rain
over the mountains of Montana,

as if from the thirties
jazz,

so by the way
always that way

refresh
damn
us.

so early
you never
don't get out of bed

because
you value your dreams
about the warm rain in kyoto,
walking along the sidewalk
as if by notes

about the time
no change.

these verses
reverently love
the silence of your walls
ringing

and you,
sleeping peacefully.