Вершы: John Cale. Paris 1919. Child's Christmas in Wales.

With mistletoe and candle green
To Halloween we go
Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship
Lend comedy to shame

The cattle graze bold uprightly
Seducing down the door
To saddle swords and meeting place
We have no place to go

Then wearily the footsteps worked
The hallelujah crowds
Too late but wait, the long legged bait
Tripped uselessly around

Sebastopol Adrianapolis
The prayers of all combined
Take down the flags of ownership
The walls are falling down

A belt to hold
Columbus too, perimeters of nails
Perceived the mamma's golden touch
Good neighbors were we all