Текст песни МАЯКОВСКИЙ - Юбилейное

Alexander Sergeevich,
       let me introduce.
                        Mayakovsky.
Give a hand!
      Here is the chest.
Listen
   no longer a knock, but a groan;
I'm worried about him
      in a puppy a humble lion cub.
I never knew
         so much
               thousand tons
in my
   shamefully frivolous little head.
I drag you.
   Are you surprised, of course?
Got it?
   Painfully?
      Sorry dear.
I have,
   Yes, and you
      forever in stock.
What to us
   to lose
      an hour or two ?!
Like water
         let's
            rushing chatting
Like spring
            free
               and relaxed!
Out in the sky
         moon
            so young
what her
   without satellites
         and releasing is risky.
I
 Now
      is free
         from love
            and from the posters.
In the skin
   jealousy bear
         lies a claw.
Can
   make sure,
      that the earth is sloping -
sit down
   on your own buttocks
                     and roll!
Not,
  I will not be imposed in the melancholy black,
Yes, and I do not want to talk
                        with no one.
Only
   gills rhyme
         stomps faster
for people like us
      in the poetic sand.
Harm is a dream
   and useless to dream
need to
   news
      official tediousness.
But it happens -
         a life
            gets up in a different section,
and big
   you understand
         through nonsense.
Us
   lyrics
      in hostility
         repeatedly attacked
looking for speech
      accurate
         and nude.
But poetry is
      most beautiful thing:
exist -
      and not a tooth in the foot.
for instance
      this -
         says or bleats?
Cinemore,
   in orange mustache
Nebuchadnezzar
         the bible
"Coops."
Give us the glasses!
               I know
                 old way
in grief
   to blow the vine
but look -
             of
come up
      Red and White Star1
with a heap
   various visas.
I am pleased with you -
                    glad,
               that you are at the table.
Muse is
      cleverly
         pulling your tongue.
Like this
     you
         Olga used to say? ..
Yes, not Olga!
         from a letter
Onegin to Tatyana.
- Say,
      you have a husband
            fool
               and the old gelding
I love you,
   be sure to mine
i am right now
   in the morning I have to be sure
I'll see you in the afternoon. -
It was all:
      and standing under the window,
letters
   shaking nervous jelly.
Here
   when
      and unable to grieve -
this is,
   Alexander Sergeich
            a lot harder.
Ayda, Mayakovsky!
         To the south!
Heart
   rhyme pound -
here
   and a kayuk came to love
Dear Vladim Vladimich.
Not,
   not old name for that!
Carcass
   forward stirrup
I
 with pleasure
      can handle two
and piss off
         and with three.
They say -
   I am the topic and-n-d-and-in-and-d-u-a-l-e-n!
Entre nous..2
      so that the censor does not stick.
I'll tell you -
         they say -
               have seen
even
   two
      lovers of the All-Russian Central Executive Committee.
Here -
   gossip
         comfort the soul with it.
Alexander Sergeich
         Yes, do not listen to them!
Can,
      I
       one
         really sorry
what today
      you are not alive.
To me
   in life
         with you
            it’s necessary to conspire.
Here soon
         and I
            will die
               and I will be dumb.
After death
           us
            stand almost near:
you're on pe
       and I
         on em.
Who is between us?
      who do you want to know with ?!
Too
   my country
      poets beggar.
Between us
      - that's the trouble -
            Nadson stumbled 3.
We will ask