Текст песни Один в Минусе - Аллен Гинзберг

Allen Ginsberg & quot; My sad I & quot;

Sometimes, when my eyes turn red,
I climb onto the roof of a skyscraper & quot; ERC & quot;
and look at my world, Manhattan -
my houses, streets - eyewitnesses of my adventures,
attics, sofas, apartments without hot water
- there, on Fifth Avenue, I also have it in mind,
with ants cars, yellow taxis,
pedestrians the size of a wool -
Panorama of bridges, sunrise over the mechanics of Brooklyn,
sunset over New Jersey, where I was born,
and Paterson, where I played with ants -
My recent lovers on the 15th street,
my lovers on the Lower East Side,
My once-high-profile adventures on the Bronx,
in the distance -
the paths intersect in invisible streets
my life is summed up, my absence
and delights in Harlem -
the sun shines on everything I have taken hold of
one glance from here to the horizon,
up to my last infinity -
there, where the ocean water.

Sad,
I enter the elevator
and go down in thought
and delirious sidewalk, looking at all human
windshields and faces,
looking for someone who can love,
and I stop, stunned,
Before the showcase with cars,
I stand, I go into myself, I contemplate,
and behind me
on Fifth Avenue cars are moving,
waiting for the moment when ...

It's time to get home dinner to listen to the radio
romantic news about the war
... the whole movement will stop.
I walk in the timeless, experiencing the longing of life,
tenderness oozes through the buildings,
My fingers feel the face of reality,
in my own face, reflected
in the street mirror, tears flow - twilight -
I do not want to
no sweets, no spiritual communication
under Japanese lampshades -

Confused by the paintings that surrounded him,
A man makes his way along the street
past boxes, newspapers,
ties, wonderful costumes -
towards the desire.
Men, women flow along the sidewalks,
red lights are ticking, time is rushing,
cars are in a hurry -
and all these intersecting streets
and avenues,
buzzing, endless,
lead through spasms of congestion,
screams and screeching machines
painfully
beyond the city, to the cemetery,
to silence
on his deathbed or on a mountain peak,
which I once saw,
which I did not reach
and will not be achieved in the future,
when all that Manhattan I just saw will disappear.