Текст песни В.Маяковский - Бродвей

Broadway

Asphalt - glass.
  Ida and managers.
Forest and grass
  - Shaved.
To the north
  from the south
   go Avenue,
to the west from the east
  - Straights.
And between -
  (Which has delivered their builder!) -
at home
  impossible lengths.
Some
  long home to the stars,
other
  - Up to the moon.
Yankee
  soles slapping
   lazy:
simple
  and the express elevator.

At 7 o'clock
  human tide,
in 17 hours -
  ebb.
Grinds mechanics
  ringing and din,
and people
  dumb in the ringing.
And only slow down
  chuingam chew,
to quit:
  "Mek Monya?"
Mother
  breast
   She gave the child.
The child,
  with droplets from the nose,

sucks
  as if
   not the chest, and the dollar -
busy
  serious
   business.

Work is over.
  Body obvey
in solid
  electric wind.
Want underground
  - Take sobvey,
to the sky
  - Take eleveyter.
Carriages
  and go
   dymam for growth,
and in heels
  hobgoblin
   rub,
and will make
  tail
   the Brooklyn Bridge,
and hide
  to ground
   under the Hudson River.

You blinded,
  you
   stupid with sleep.

However,
  like drumming,
from darkness
  on the head:
   "Coffee Maxwell
gud
  the fin de drop. "
A lamp
  how will
   night digging.
Well, I'll tell you
  - Plamechko!
Left look
  - Mommy mother!
Right
  - The mother of my mom!

There is a look of Moscow bratve.I per day
  in the end do not reach.
This is New York.
  This is Broadway.

Hau do you do! I am delighted
  from New York City.
But
  kepchonku
   not to rip off the temple.
the Soviet
  own pride:

on bourgeois
  look down.