Текст песни Джей Фост - Мои предрассветные

my wee
poem ,

written on a napkin
on the kitchen table cloth,

without a single
pronouns -

though rain
over the mountains of Montana,

if from the thirties
jazz,

so incidentally,
always the way

refresh
devilishly
us.

so early
you never
do not get up from the bed,

because
you appreciate your dreams
of warm rain in Kyoto,
walking on the sidewalk
if the notes ,

the time
without change.

these verses
love tenderly
the silence of your walls,
ringing ,

and you,
serenely sleeping .