Текст песни Станислав Еленский - ЗАТЯНУВШАЯСЯ НОЧЬ В ГОРОДЕ BIG NIGHT ON THE TOWN - POEM BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI
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Ночь. Забытье.
Где комнатушка твоя?
Заходишь в бар, ища самого себя,
заказываешь скотч и воду.
Долбаные бары-мокрощелки. Их дрянь
частично впитывается в рукава одежды.
Скотч разбадяжен.
Мерзкий притон.
Заказываешь пиво...
Мамзель - Смерть проходит мимо
в вечернем платье. Пристраивается рядом.
Очередной заказ пива...
От нее несет тиной.
Она тычет своим коленом промеж твоих.
Бармен лыбится, волнуется,
не просекает кто ты: мусор, убийца, еб***ый,
или просто идиот.
Заказываешь водку
и вливаешь ее
в свое пиво.
В час ночи в этом мертвецки запуганном мире
узнаешь у Смерти, что с твоей башкой,
т.к. пьешь все, что можно пить...
а все на вкус, как машинное масло.
Затем пошлешь ее
и придурка-бармена.
Поскольку вспомнишь где твоя конура
с комодом, набитым винами.
С плясками тараканов.
В этом совершенстве фанерной дряни,
смеясь когда-то сдохла любовь.
перевод: Станислав Еленский
Big Night On The Town - Poem by Charles Bukowski
drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.
you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
there.
you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
laughing. Screwy. On the gloomy streets of the city N.
Night. Forgets.
Where is your room?
You go to the bar, looking for yourself,
Orders tape and water.
Dolban brown-lackerels. Their rubbish
Partially absorbed into the sleeves of clothes.
Scotch is smolden.
Nasty junk.
Order beer ...
Mamzel - Death passes by
In the evening dress. Advant nearby.
Another order of beer ...
It carries tina from it.
She pokes her knee ahead of yours.
Barman is lifted, worried,
Does not boke with who you are: trash, killer, fuck ***,
or just idiot.
You order vodka
and pour it
in your beer.
At one o'clock in the morning in this term intimidated world
learn from death that with your head,
Because Drink everything you can drink ...
And everything is taste like machine oil.
Then you will send it
And idle-bartender.
Since you remember where your conserve
With a chest of chest of dresser.
With dances of cockroaches.
In this perfection of plywood rubbish,
Laughing once died love.
Translation: Stanislav Elena
Big Night On The Town - Poem by Charles Bukowski
DRUNK ON THE DARK STREETS OF SOME CITY,
IT's Night, You're Lost, Where's Your
Room?
You Enter A Bar to Find Yourself,
Order Scotch and Water.
Damned Bar's Sloppy Wet, IT SOAKS
Part of One Of Your Shirt
Sleeves.
IT's A Clip Joint-the Scotch is Weak.
You Order A Bottle Of Beer.
MADAME DEATH WALKS UP TO YOU
Wearing a dress.
SHE SITS DOWN, YOU BUY HER A
Beer, She Stinks of Swamp, Presses
A Leg Against You.
The Bar Tender Sneers.
You've Got Him Worried, He Doesn't
Know if You're A Cop, A Killer, A
Madman or AN.
IDIOT.
You Ask for a vodka.
You Pour The Vodka Into The Top Of
The Beer Bottle.
IT's One A.M. IN A DEAD COW WORLD.
You Askher HOW MUCH FOR HEAD,
Drink Everything DOWN, IT Tastes
Like Machine Oil.
You Leave Madame Death There
You Leave The Sneering Bartender
there.
You have Remembered WHERE
Your Room Is.
The Room with the Full Bottle Of
Wine on the dresser.
THE ROOM WITH THE DANCE OF THE
Roaches.
Perfection in the Star TURD
Where Love Died.
Laughing.
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