Tangerine Dream - London
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William Blake's texts from the Songs of Experience cycle - songs of knowledge

Part 1. London
I Wander Thro 'Each Charter'd Street,
Near What the Charter'd Thams Does Flow,
And Mark in Eve Face I Meet
Marks of Weakness, Marks of Woe.
In EVERY CRY of EVERY MAN,
In Every infant's cry of Fear,
In every voice, in EVERY BAN,
The Mind -forg'd Manakeles i Hear.
How the Chimney-Sweeper's Cry
EVERY BLACK'NING CHURCH Appels;
And the hapless Soldiers Sight
Runs in Blood Down Palace Walls.
But Most Thro 'Midnight Streets i Hear
How the Youthful Harlot's Curse
Blasts The New-Born Infant's Tear,
And Blights with Plagues The Marriage Hearsse.

I wander around the free streets,
The free has long since the river.
I find on all faces
Posliyl and longing seal.
Men's abuse, and female moan,
And crying frightened children
They sound like a ringing in my ears
The law of created chains.
Here are the chimneyrs of young cries
Scare the gloomy cathedral,
And the blood of a soldier of the city
Flows to the royal court.
And from curses and threats
Girls in the back streets of gloomy
Drops of children's tears blacken
And the recreation katafalki.
Translated by S. Ya. Marshak

Wandering along the dusty streets of the capital,
Where the stream streamed,
I see my faces - on them the stigma is hard,
Printing of poverty, sorrow stigma.
In the prayer of each, each of us,
In babies crying, not closing with fear of eye,
In all desperate walls to heaven,
The soullessness rings in chains, not alien to us.
Look like the cries of chimney sweeps
They plunge into the chaos of churches of the foundations and sophists,
And like miserable soldiers dying wheezing
He runs near the walls of the palace with a scarlet river.
And how, God, I am scared in the night,
When the girl is blaspheming in the brothel, she screams ...
Then an innocent tear turns black and rot
And from the plague, soon a hypocritical marriage will die.
Translation by L. careless

From America. A Prophecy
Rise and Look Out; HIS Chains Are Loose, HIS Dungeon Doors are
Open;
And Let His Wife and Children Return from the Opressor's
Scourge.
They Look Behind at EVERY STEP and BELIEVE it is A Dream,
Singing: "The Sun Has Left His Blackness, and Has Found a Fressher
Morning,
And the Fair Moon Rejoices in the Clear and Cloudless Night;
For embire is no more, and Now the Lion and Wolf Shall
Cease.

Open towards life, where there is no gate or chains,
Children and wives so that the overseer does not threaten the overseer.
Let them not believe them. Vera will come later: not in a dream
All this. The song of delight will break through: "The outcome of darkness
The sun has risen, the moon shines in a blissful night,
The authorities were out of it - now there will be neither a wolf nor a lion! "
Translation by V. L. Toporova
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Part 2. The Fly
Little Fly,
Thy Summer's Play
My Thumbles Hand
HAS BRUSH'D AWAY.
Am not i
A Fly Like Thee?
Or not thou
A man like me?
For i dance,
And Drink, and Sing,
Till Soome Blind Hand
Shall Brush My Wing.
IF Thoughs Life
And Strength and Breath,
And the Want
Of thumbhht is death;
Then am I
A happy Fly,
IF I Live
Or if I Die.

The flyer is agile,
Your summer ball
With a careless hand
I interrupted instantly.
Oh moth!
You are akin to me.
After all, are considered
Watch and days.
Here I am playing
I'm freezing, Snyaya -
But whether they will interrupt
And my life?
Let life have a thought
And heat and light,
And death is darkness,
Where there is no thought, -
Here and there
I'm only for a term.
And I am happy -
I am a moth.
Translation T. Stamova (1996)

Malyutka midges,
You are so fragile!
I was destroyed
My hand.
And what is not a midge
I am human?
After all, not much
Mine is longer than a century.
I sing, dance,
I am spinning while
I will not destroy me
Fate Hand.
But if the mind
For us - like light,
And where there is no thought -
There is no life there,
Will I live
Or wait for death,
Happy midge
I want to fly.
Translation by A. Kudryavitsky (1994)