Текст песни В. В. Маяковский - Ода революции

You,
booed
ridiculed batteries
you,
ulcerated backbiting bayonets,
enthusiastically offer up
over the swearing Ray
solemn ode
"ABOUT"!
Oh, beastly!
Oh, baby!
Oh, a cheap!
Oh, great!
Whatever name you called yet?
As another look behind, two-faced?
Slim construction,
a pile of rubble?
machinist
Covered with dust coal,
miner, punching thickness ores,
kadish,
kadish reverently,
the glory of human labor.
And tomorrow
Blissful
rafters Soborova
vainly lifts, praying for mercy -
your six-inch tuporylye hogs
blow Millennium Kremlin.
"Glory".
Wheezing in the suicide flight.
Yelp sirens strangled thin.
You are your sending sailors
on the sinking cruiser
there,
where forgotten
mewing kitten.
And then!
Drunken crowd screamed.
Us romping curled in Forsyth.
Butt persecute gray Admirals
headfirst
from the bridge in Helsingfors.
Yesterday's wounds licks and licks,
and again I see the opened veins.
You narrow-minded
- Oh, Damn you three times! -
and my,
poetovo
- About four times glorious, blessed! -