Текст Bill Callahan – Lazy Rain

It’s snaining outside
Or is it just lazy rain
It’s six AM and I’m walking home
While the city twitches

Me and a friend of mine
We just cheated death
Now I’m walking home
For death’s rain check

I open the door quietly
So as not to wake
The blue-eyed wedding cake
But she’s watching me with one eye
The sleepy little spy

She helps me off with my shirt
Because my arm was hurt
In a recent fall
I slide into the bed
Then my leg I thread
Between hers
I put my good arm on her belly
Her hips
Her knees
She is made of several babies

I keep my scratchy cast to myself
As I feel our bodies melt
Into two drops of lazy rain
Snaking down the window pane

And when the two drops merge
Then there is the surge