Оригинален текст
It's been twenty thousand days since
the best ones hotels, plastic sheets
tasteless food, dialysis machines
the telephone hasn't rung since april
staring windows
ballroom jokes, respirators, kidney stones
neon skies open up three saturdays a month
the air in uptown swells
the windowpanes can go to hell
slow summer walking through a bad neighborhood
toothless smiles renew ventricles
the radio is alive
the listeners have found their reason
the phone hasn't rung since april
the music turns alone into home