Текст песни Яшка - скакать по сорванным крышам, гонять голубей

get dressed today, a little coarser:
Jumping on the roofs ripped off, chasing pigeons
scrape a little bit nervous at the drainpipe.
vtemyashit here is the head - the life of me.

in my veins nevzrosleyuschih spring itch -
quarters of the planet, the universe behind!
Air greedy nostrils to not judge.
If you get tired, you sit side by side:

pat cool fingers wet forehead,
Feel the softness of hands and lips warm.
See - your bed is transformed into a raft
who peacefully go hard,

which seeks the very depth,
who remembers guts me alone.
rid the lungs and tone ...
hold on to me - also go to the bottom.
Mayakovsky:
I immediately smeared map weekdays
splashing paint from the glass;
I pointed to the platter jelly
slanting cheekbones of the ocean.
In a tin of fish scales
I read the call of the new province.
And you
play a nocturne
we could
on a drainpipe flute?