Текст песни Наум Блик - В. Маяковский

(And yet)

Street failed like the nose of syphilicism.
The river is a sweet aspustion, spreading into saliva.
Throwing underwear to the last leaf,
Gardens collapsed in June.

I went to the square,
Scorched quarter
She put on his head as a red wig.
People are scared - I have from my mouth
Sheathing a naked crude.

But they will not be coordinated, but they do not have me,
As a prophet, the colors will make me a trail.
All these, failed noses, know:
I am your poet.

As a tavern, your terrible court is terrible!
Me alone through burning buildings
Prostitutes like a shrine, in the hands will suffer
And they will show God in his justification.

And God will pay for my book!
Not words - convulsions merged by a room;
And run across the sky with my verses under the arm
And it will be choking, reading them with your acquaintances.