Текст песни: Quaalude III + перевод

You tossed a blanket from the bed

You lay upon your back, and waited;

You dozed, and watched the night revealing

The thousand sordid images

Of which your soul was constituted;

They flickered against the ceiling

And when all the world came back

And the light crept up between the shutters

And you heard the sparrows in the gutters

You had such a vision of the street

As the street hardly understands;

Sitting along the bed’s edge, where

You curled the papers from your hair

Or clasped the yellow soles of feet

In the palms of both soiled hands

Перевод песни Quaalude III