а про птицу, Ирина...
вот, это про птицу:
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Charlz Bukovsky
Стены, помните - стеклянные стены - это и есть я. а то что они прячут наверное не так и хочет выбраться. "but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back"
оно бы давно выбралось, если бы могло жить вне стен.
пусть оно "поет очень слабо, но я никогда не дам ему умереть до конца и мы спим с ним вместе, так словно у нас секретное соглашение и it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?"
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