现在是八月，六个月里
我没读一本书，
除了一册叫《从莫斯科撤退》的东西，
作者是柯内科。
但是，我很快乐，
和我兄弟驾着车，
喝了一品脱“老鸦”酒。
我们也没想着要去哪儿，
只是驾着车。
如果我闭上眼睛一小会儿，
我就会呜呼，但
我就能愉快地躺下来，永远地睡在
这条路边。
我兄弟用肘推了推我。
现在每一分钟，都可能有事情发生。

It's August and I have not
Read a book in six months
except something called The Retreat from Moscow
by Caulaincourt
Nevertheless, I am happy
Riding in a car with my brother
and drinking from a pint of Old Crow.
We do not have any place in mind to go,
we are just driving.
If I closed my eyes for a minute
I would be lost, yet
I could gladly lie down and sleep forever
beside this road
My brother nudges me.
Any minute now, something will happen.