Кризис жанра продолжается..
Как соединить несоединяемое?

I've been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhatten
But I'm going home to my city by the bay..
(T. Bennett)

Я привык бродить один
И смотреть в чужие окна.
В суете немых картин
Отражаться в мокрых стеклах…
(К. Никольский)

I've been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhattan
But I knew what's going on
And my death was almost settled

Glass of wine- big freaking deal
When you smashed of being sober
For many years.. So guess I will..
Cause the bottle is almost over…

It’s "last call" - no more refills
Till the global resurrection.
So it gets as hard as feels
To accept this no exceptions.

And by leaving certain place
You just proving your exclusion
To be free, but in that case,
Tell me who cares
About your illusions?..