Перевод песни mewithoutYou – Timothy Hay
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on a cold December, just before dawn as the sun said Hello! to the sky the Mantis prayed while the Lamellicorn tunneled and rolled in a threadbare tie while the Holland Lops in the Karakung Glades indignantly thump their feet and hop away when they cut their noses on the sharp-tipped blades (which the grass doesn't mind in the least) and there's a heat-pat waiting in the chicken-wire hutch where the does from the Netherlands stay [but that dry alfalfa don't taste like much and we're tired of the Timothy hay] I touched her back, she was lying facedown as the dew turned to frost around her eyes, me and Sister Margaret on the Pentagon lawn arrested, our wrists in a plastic tie while the rats by the tracks on these winter days seeking shelter from the cold make a nest from the tracts of our various ways they can save their immortal souls [oh, no... Timothy hay? please, no more Timothy hay!] on a cold December, just after dusk as the sun bids its cordial goodbyes, we'll be split to pieces like an apple seed husk to reveal the tree that's been hidden inside which sapling called in a tattered sarong as the seeds from the Shepherd's Purse fell, broke the news to Mom, we found a better Mom we call 'God,' which she took quite well singing, what a beautiful God there must be!