Стихотворение про лоднон на английском языке

Not the Trident sea Lord, — City I the bitter grief roads At night I see the black city There the mountain is regarded for a ton, In the gentle dampness sirens moan, Fall of the house, and sad day Strangers in ugly ruins. But living from the cracks out, Talking, meeting, weather, Clean sidewalks with trash, Buy a mirror and beads. Weave and weave their mists Parks. Mysterious green parks. And even longer sadness of a mile And people darker still persistence.