Текст песни МАЯКОВСКИЙ - Великолепные нелепости

Throw!
Of course, this is not death.
What should she go along the fortress?
How don't you like to believe
absurdity?!
Just a birthday officer made a carnival,
felt for noise shooting and shooting tire,
And himself, in Zabhaya sat down on the shaft,
Marts, like morrt.
Lask owner bass,
Simple - looks like a cannon.
And not from gas mask,
And for the sake of the jokes toy.
Look!
Sky can be measured
The rocket ran out.
Is it so beautiful death
Bajala b in the sky of parquet!
Oh, do not say:
"Blood from the wound."
This is wild!
Just _I_Brained
Gifted by cloves.
How else?
Brain does not want to understand
And can not:
At the cannon fuck
If not to kiss
what - for what
Are the hands of trenche?
No one killed!
Just - did not survive.
Lit from Seine to Rhine.
Because it blooms,
Waste yellow
On the flower beds from the killed Gangrena.
Not killed
no,
No!
All of them stand
simply -
like this,
Return
And, smiling, will tell his wife,
What is the owner of a merry and cudak.
They will say: there was no core, nor Fugasov
And, of course, there was no fortress!
Just a birthday woman invented a mass
Some great absurdities!