Текст песни Коренблит - Маяковский - Через час отсюда

An hour away in the alley clean
spilled on your flabby fat man
and I have discovered many verses boxes,
I - priceless words spender and a spendthrift.
You, a man, you have a mustache cabbage
Somewhere nedokushannyh, half-eaten ing;
here you are, a woman, you white thick
you look oyster things.
All you have to tie poetinogo heart
perched, dirty, galoshes and without galoshes.
The crowd ozvereet, will rub,
bristling legs Stoglavy louse.
And if today I, rough gunnu,
ape in front of you do not want - and here
I zahohochu and happily spit,
you spit in the face
I - priceless words spender and a spendthrift.