Перевод стихотворения Б. Рыжего Отрывки

1.
The huge, big city.
Churches, banks and
Independent nests...
For my whole life
I am unpleasant guest.
Look like a salmon
On the bottom
Of the sea...
And Jesus's taken for a punk,
Just see!
A kind of circus
Would be matter be!
They cannot take a bone
From dog.
It's kind of a lake
For independent frog.

2.
The moon,
With its
Dead geisers,
Like a death,
Hides It,
Like stranger
Hides his only
Wealth.
And every new year,
The newest rain
Just makes the mud
Refreshed.
Don't cry, my baby.
No need, that's so...
And (dash)
There is a folk
Itself.
3.
They steal-at all.
They steal.From here
And from there.
They steal,
Both patsies
And the fools...
Grain should be
Beaten with the grass
Without tools.
And everything
Will go into some
Nightmare...
The Precious Lord
Makes tons of health
And wealth
For loving...dogs
And lovers of the
Mexican soap-outs.
4.
My veins look like
A pair of the
Dark red roses.
I may present them
To my Lord.
But, if it's waste?
Here, even death
Has quite and
Splendid taste.
It lives and takes
A breath,
And feels the pressure
Of the walls.
I'm living here,
During the years.
And, quiet, like a bat,
There is a star
Over the lonely roofs
And lonely cute
Nightmares.
5.
But, if it's opportunity,
I go outside
And whisper:
" I am nobody's "
My father looks
From my inside
And waiting
For my answers.
We're like
Two strangers -
Totally apart.
It's very hard -
Just living here,
When you are
Totally unarmed.