Станислав Еленский - ЗАТЯНУВШАЯСЯ НОЧЬ В ГОРОДЕ BIG NIGHT ON THE TOWN - POEM BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI
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Поддатый. На мрачных улицах города N.
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.
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 N.
Night. Oblivion.
Where is your room?
You go to the bar, looking for yourself,
You order adhesive tape and water.
Fucked marshmallows. Their rubbish
Partially absorbed into the sleeves of clothing.
Scotch tape is diluted.
A vile stash.
You order beer ...
Mamzel - Death passes by
In an evening dress. It is attached nearby.
Another order of beer ...
It carries Tina from her.
She pokes her knee between yours.
The bartender is crawling, worried,
Who you are: garbage, killer, fuck *** th,
Or just an idiot.
Order vodka
And pour it
In your beer.
At one in the morning in this dead intimidated world
You will learn from death what is with your head
T.K. You drink everything you can drink ...
And everything tastes like machine oil.
Then you send her
And the moron-barsman.
Since you will remember where your Konura
With a chest of drawers full of wines.
With dancing cockroaches.
In this perfection plywood rubbish,
Laughing once died.
Translation: Stanislav Elensky
Big Night on the Town - Poem by Charles Bukowski
Drunk On the Dark Streets of Some City,
it's night, you're lost, vacure's your
Room?
You Enter a bar to find youurself,
Order Scotch and Water.
Damned Bar's Sloppy Wet, It Soaks
Part of one of your shirt
Sleevs.
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 soresnomet
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?
You Leave The Sneuring Bartender
there.
You have Remembered Were
Your Room is.
The Room with The Full Bottle of
Wine On the Dresser.
The Room with the Dance of the
roches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
What Love Died
Laughing.
Night. Oblivion.
Where is your room?
You go to the bar, looking for yourself,
You order adhesive tape and water.
Fucked marshmallows. Their rubbish
Partially absorbed into the sleeves of clothing.
Scotch tape is diluted.
A vile stash.
You order beer ...
Mamzel - Death passes by
In an evening dress. It is attached nearby.
Another order of beer ...
It carries Tina from her.
She pokes her knee between yours.
The bartender is crawling, worried,
Who you are: garbage, killer, fuck *** th,
Or just an idiot.
Order vodka
And pour it
In your beer.
At one in the morning in this dead intimidated world
You will learn from death what is with your head
T.K. You drink everything you can drink ...
And everything tastes like machine oil.
Then you send her
And the moron-barsman.
Since you will remember where your Konura
With a chest of drawers full of wines.
With dancing cockroaches.
In this perfection plywood rubbish,
Laughing once died.
Translation: Stanislav Elensky
Big Night on the Town - Poem by Charles Bukowski
Drunk On the Dark Streets of Some City,
it's night, you're lost, vacure's your
Room?
You Enter a bar to find youurself,
Order Scotch and Water.
Damned Bar's Sloppy Wet, It Soaks
Part of one of your shirt
Sleevs.
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 soresnomet
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?
You Leave The Sneuring Bartender
there.
You have Remembered Were
Your Room is.
The Room with The Full Bottle of
Wine On the Dresser.
The Room with the Dance of the
roches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
What Love Died
Laughing.