медленный танец Беллы и Эдвардa на балу
I was a quick, wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you, Flightless Bird;
Jealous, weeping?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big billed, looming?
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore, blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you?, Flightless Bird;
Grounded, bleeding?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big billed, stuck going down
Ненасытная бескрылая птица
Я был прытким мальцом, вылавливающим монетки с глубин,
А ты все свое внимание обращала только на мои платсмассовые игрушки.
А когда полиция прикрыла лавочку, я остриг свою детскую шевелюру,
Украл карту с загнутыми уголками и звал тебя всюду
Нашел ли я тебя?
Птичка моя бескрылая, ревнующая, или потерял тебя, ненасытная?
Виднеющаяся вдали как большой мираж
А сейчас я жирный домашний кот,
Залечивающий свой гадкий язык,
Смотрю как крысы, уже наевшиеся яду
Пробираются сквозь широкие трещины в заборе
Занимаются непотребством
Клюют на эту приманку, брошенную в холодную и чистую, словно горный поток, кровь Христову.
Нашел ли я тебя?
Птичка моя бескрылая, не могущая подняться в небо, раненая, или потерял тебя, ненасытная?
Виднеющаяся вдали как большой мираж… Bella and slow dance at the ball Edvarda
I was a quick, wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you, Flightless Bird;
Jealous, weeping?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big billed, looming?
Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore, blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you ?, Flightless Bird;
Grounded, bleeding?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big billed, stuck going down
Insatiable wingless bird
I was nimble Maltsev , catch coins from the depths ,
And you all my attention is drawn only on my platsmassovye toys.
And when the police closed the shop , I shaved my baby hair,
Stole a dog-eared map and called you everywhere
I found you?
My bird flightless , jealous, or lost you , insatiable ?
Seen in the distance like a big mirage
And now I'm a fat house cat ,
Heal your ugly language
Looks like a rat poison already gorged
Way through the wide cracks in the fence
engaged in improper conduct
Peck on the bait thrown in the cold and clean , like a mountain stream , the blood of Christ .
I found you?
Wingless bird , my not being able to climb into the sky , wounded or lost you , insatiable ?
Seen in the distance like a big mirage ... | |
