Текст песни An American Prayer (Jim Morrison) с переводом

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?

Have you been borne yet & are you alive?

Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine

Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art &

perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying

We live, we die & death not ends it

Journey we more into the Nightmare

Cling to life our passion’d flower

Cling to cunts & cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death

(I touched her thigh & death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept & only one of all the rest

To dance & save us

W/ the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King’s murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000

magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts

We were promised

Where is the wine

The New Wine

(dying on the vine)

Resident mockery give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight & velvet hour

We of arabic pleasure’s breed

We of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A night of Lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

Hundred hues

A rich Mandala

For me & you & for your silky pillowed house

A head, wisdom & a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery

Has claimed thee

We used to believe in the good old days

We still receive In little ways

The Things of Kindness & unsporting brow

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book

Did you know madmen are running our prison

W/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant

Maelstrom

We’re perched headlong

On the edge of boredom

We’re reaching for death

On the end of a candle

We’re trying for something

That’s already found us

We can invent Kingdoms of our own

Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust

& love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner’s screams

& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams

No black men’s pride to hoist the beams

While mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust

Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust

This is just jail for those who must

Get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards

While weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff

Wow, I’m sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain

South

Cruel bindings

The servants have the power dog-men & their mean women

Pulling poor blankets over our sailors

(& where were you in our lean hour)

Milking your moustache?

Or grinding a flower?

I’m sick of dour faces

Staring at me from the T.V.

Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal

For the plant that’s plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful

Comes death on strange hour

Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest

you’ve brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had

shoulders smooth as raven’s claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals

incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go

Prefer a Feast of Friends

To the Giant family

Great screaming Christ

Upsy-daisy

Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning

«The movie will begin in 5 moments»

The mindless Voice announced

«All those unseated, will await The next show»

We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, &

silent.

As we seated & were darkened

The Voice continued:

«The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This

entertainment thru & thru.

You’ve seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the

rest

— (did you have a good world when you died?) — enough to base a movie on?»

An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist.

I’m getting out of here

Where’re you going?

To the other side of the morning

Please don’t chase the clouds

Pagodas, temples

Her cunt gripped him

Like a warm friendly hand.

«It's all right.

All your friends are here.»

When can I meet them?

«After you’ve eaten»

I’m not hungry

«O, we meant beaten»

Silver stream, silvery scream,

Impossible concentration

Here come the comedians

Look at them smile

Watch them dance

An indian mile

Look at them gesture

How aplomb

So to gesture everyone

Words dissemble

Words be quick

Words resemble walking sticks

Plant them

They will grow

Watch them waver so

I’ll always be

A word-man

Better than a birdman

But I’ll charge

Won’t get away

W/out lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again

Aloud, you get the point

No food w/out fuel’s gain

I’ll be, the irish loud

Unleashed my beak

At peak of powers

O girl, unleash

Your worried comb

O worried mind

Sin in the fallen

Backwoods by the blind

She smells debt

On my new collar

Arrogant prose

Tied in a network of fast quest

Hence the obsession

Its quick to admit

Fats borrowed rhythm

Woman came between them

Women of the world unite

Make the world safe

For a scandalous life

Hee Heee

Cut your throat

Life is a joke

Your wife’s in a moat

The same boat

Here comes the goat

Blood Blood Blood Blood

They’re making a joke

Of our universe

Matchbox

Are you more real than me

I’ll burn you, & set you free

Wept bitter tears

Excessive courtesy

I won’t forget

A hot sick lava flowed up,

Rustling & bubbling.

The paper-face.

Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.

The LT. puzzled in again

«ready to talk»

«No sir" — was all he’d say.

Go back to the gym.

Very peaceful

Meditation

Air base in the desert

Looking out venetian blinds

A plane

A desert flower

Cool cartoon

The rest of the World

Is reckless & dangerous

Look at the

Brothels

Stag films

Exploration

A ship leaves port

Mean horse of another thicket

Wishbone of desire

Decry the metal fox