Текст песни Маяковский Владимир - Лошадь

beat the hoof
ice-shod
street slid
horse on the rump crashed
with immediately
for Gawker Gawker crowded
Snow rang and zazvyakal
horse fell
fallen horse
I came and saw
eye horse
street capsized
flowing at its
chapel for the drop
in the face rolls
hiding in wool
and what is the overall
bestial longing
splashing poured out of me
and broke into the rustling
the horse is not necessary
horse listen
What do you think that you are all ploshe
child, we all a little horse
each of us on his horse