Àç ñåäÿ ñè
òàçè ñóòðèí
â çàêóñâàëíÿòà
íà úãúëà...
×àêàì òèõî
íà òåçãÿõà
ïðîäàâà÷à
ñúñ êàôåòî.
Òîé ãî ïúëíè
äî ïîëîâèíà
è ïðåäè
äà ñå îïëà÷à
òîé ïîãëåæäà
ïðåç ïðîçîðåöà
êúì íÿêîé,
êîéòî âëèçà.
“Âèíàãè
äîáðå äîøëà ñè”,
êàçâà ÷îâåêúò
çàä òåçãÿõà
íà æåíàòà,
âå÷å âëÿçëà...
Òÿ èçòúðñâà
ñè ÷àäúðà.
È ïîãëåæäàì
íàñòðàíè àç
äîäåòî òå ðàçìåíÿò
ñè öåëóâêè...
Ïðåñòðóâàì ñå,
÷å íå âèæäàì.
Âìåñòî òóé
íàëèâàì ìëÿêî.
È ðàçòâàðÿì
âåñòíèêà àç.
Òàì ðàçêàçâàò
çà àêòüîð÷å
ãóøíàëî áóêåòà,
â óñòà ñ áóòèëêà.
Íå áåøå íèêîé
ïîçíàò íà ìåíå.
È ðàçëèñòâàì
íà õîðîñêîïà.
È ïîãëåæäàì
âèöîâåòå.
È óñåùàì –
íÿêîé ãëåäà ìå.
È òúé
ïîâäèãàì àç ãëàâà.
Åäíà æåíèöà
ñòîè îòâúíêà...
Ãëåäà âúòðå.
Äàëè ìå âèæäà?
Íå, èçîáùî
íå ìå âèæäà,
çàùîòî ãëåäà
ñâîÿ îáðàç.
Îïèòâàì ñå
äà íå çàáåëåæà,
÷å ïîâäèãà
ïîëàòà ñâîÿ...
È äîäåòî
èçòÿãà ÷îðïîãàùè,
êîñàòà íåéíà
ñå íàìîêðÿ.
Àõ, òîç äúæä
ùå ïðîäúëæàâà
öÿëà ñóòðèí...
Äîäåòî ñëóøàì
êàìáàíèòå
íà êàòåäðàëàòà,
ìèñëÿ ñè
çà òâîÿò ãëàñ...
(è çà ñðåäíîùíèÿò íè ïèêíèê
ïðåäè òîëêîç ìíîãî âðåìå
ïðåäè äà ïî÷íå äúæäà
Äîïèâàì ñè êàôåòî
Âðåìå å äà õâàíà âëàêà)
Susan Vega - Tom`s diner
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue
He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in
"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos
I`m pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
There`s a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And I`m turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When I`m feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
There`s a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection
And I`m trying
Not to notice
That she`s hitching
Up her skirt
And while she`s
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Has gotten wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I`m listening
To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...
(And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It`s time to catch the train)