Текст песни Владимир Маяковский - Разговор с фининспектором о Поэзии

Citizen fininspektor!
        I'm sorry to trouble you.
Thank you...
        do not worry ...
                        I'll stand ...
At me to you
           a business
               sensitive properties:
about the place
       poet
           in working order.
Among the
    having
         Spīķeri and land
I overlaid
         and must be punished.
you need
         with me
              five hundred in six months
and twenty-five
         for failure to return.
My Work
        any
             Labour
                related.
Take a look -
          how much I have lost,
what kind
   costs
         in my production
and how much is spent
               on the material.
You,
  Of course, it is known
                the phenomenon of "rhyme".
For example,
    line
         He finished saying
                        "Father"
and then
      through the line,
                repeating syllables, we
put
     any:
                lamtsadritsa-ca.
Speaking in your opinion,
             rhyme -
                    bill.
Observe through the line! -
                Here disposal.
And looking
   melochishku suffixes and inflections
in an empty hand
            declinations
                  and conjugations.
You start it
         word
             in line to shove,
and it will not go -
            I pressed and broke.
Citizen fininspektor,
                honestly,
poet
    a lot of money fly into words.
Speaking in our opinion,
             rhyme -
                  barrel.
A barrel of dynamite.
                Pattern -
                        wick.
Line dodymit,
         explodes line -
and the city
     on air
           stanza flies.
Where you will find,
        at what rate,
rhyme,
  at once to kill, aim?
Can,
   five
      unprecedented rhymes
Only stayed
            that of Venezuela.
And pulls
     me
        in the cold and in the heat.
I throw
      entangled in advances and loans i.
Citizen,
        consider a travel ticket!
- Poetry
      - All! -
           Riding into the unknown.
Poetry -
        The same extraction of radium.
In gram extraction,
           a year works.
harass
       a word for
thousand tons
        verbal ore.
But how
     ispepelyayusche
              these words burning
beside
   to decay
         word raw.
These words
      driven
thousands years
        the hearts of millions.
Of course,
     Different varieties of poets.
How many poets
          the ease of your hands!
Pulls,
   like a magician,
          line from the mouth
and at
      and others.
What should I say
        a lyrical castrates ?!
stitch
      someone else
         insert - and I'm glad.
it
  common
        theft and embezzlement
including embezzlement sweeping the country.
These
  Today
      poems and odes,
in applause
          revmya roar,
will
    history
         as the overhead
made on
          contact -
                two or three.
pud,
  as the saying goes,
              table salt
eat
   and hundreds of cigarette club,
that
   get
       precious word
from artesian
          human depths.
And immediately
      below
         tax increase.
skinte
      from taxation
            zero wheel!
The ruble ninety
          hundred cigarettes,
ruble sixty
          table salt.
In your profile
           a lot of questions:
- There were visits?
          Or go there? -
What
    if I
         dozens of pegasus
driven
     for the last
                15 years?!
You -
    sign in my position -
about servants
       and property
                with this angle.
What
   if I
        people of driver
and at the same time -
          People's servant?
Class
    reads
        of the words of our own,
and we,
   proletarians,
        pen drives.
car
    soul
        with years of wear out.
They say:
        - To the archive,
                scribbled,
                        time! -
Fewer You Can,
           less dare,
my forehead
        time
           a running crushes.
Comes
       worst of depreciation -
depreciation
        heart and soul.
And when
     this is the Sun
          fattened hog
rise
   over the coming
          no beggars and cripples -
I
 already
   rot,
       who died in the gutter,
beside
   with ten
         my colleagues.
move
        my
          posthumous balance!
I say
        and - know - not nalgu:
on the background
     today
           dealers and prolazit
I will
    - one!-
          impassable in debt.
Our duty -
        howl
            mednogorloy siren
WIMPs in the fog,
          from storms in the boil.
Poet
   always
         the debtor of the universe,
paying
      on the mountain
          interest
                and penalties.
I
 in debt
       lanterns in front of Broadway,
in front of you,
        Baghdad heaven
the Red Army,
           Japan before the cherry trees -
before everything
        about what
              I not had time to write.
What for
      at all
         this cap Seine?
To - Aim rhyme
                yaris and rhythm?
The word of the poet -
          your resurrection
your immortality
          citizen clerk.
through the centuries
          frame in the paper
take line
           and time will be back!
And rise
        this day
             with fininspektorami,
with glitter wonderland
            and with the stench of ink.
This day dedicated resident,
straighten
       in enkapees
            ticket to immortality
and calculate
        action poems,
                    Spread
my income
         three hundred years!
But the power of the poet
          Not only that,
that you
      remembering
           iknut in the future.
No!
  And today
         the rhyme of the poet -
weasel
   and the slogan,
         and a bayonet,
             and a whip.
Citizen fininspektor,
                I will pay five
all
 zeros
    in numbers scratches!
I
 by right
        demand span
among
    the poorest
        the workers and peasants.
What if
    it seems to you,
           that the whole business -
use it
          strangers by words,
here's to you,
        tova