Текст песни Владимир Маяковский - Стихи о советском паспорте

I would like a wolf
vygraz
bureaucracy.
It mandates
no respect.
By any
hell with their mothers
roll over
Any piece of paper.
But this ...
On the long edge
compartment
and cabins
official
suave moves.
Rent passport
and I
rent
my
purple booklet.
For one passport -
smile at the mouth.
Other -
attitude trifling.
With reverence
take, for example,
passport
with double
English with his left.
Eyes
vyev good uncle,
incessantly
bow down,
take,
as if taking a tip,
passport
American.
Polish -
look,
as a poster goat.
Polish -
vypyalivayut eyes
in a tight
Police elephantiasis -
where, they say,
and what is this
geographical news?
And not turning
head head
and feelings
any
not tasted,
take,
without blinking,
Danish passport
and different
other
Swedes.
And suddenly,
as though
burn,
mouth
Scriven
Mr.
Is This
Master Clerk
beret
my
Redskins pasportinu.
Beret -
like a bomb,
takes -
like a hedgehog,
razor
double-edged,
takes
as volatile
20 stings
snake
dvuhmetrovorostuyu.
Blinked
mnogoznachasche
Eye porter
though things
will carry you for free.
Gendarme
questioningly
looks at the detective,
detective
on the policeman.
With what pleasure
gendarme caste
i would be
iskhlestan and crucified
for
in my arms
molotkastye,
serpasto
Soviet passport.
I would like a wolf
gnawing
bureaucracy.
It mandates
no respect.
By any
hell with their mothers
roll over
Any piece of paper.
But this ...
I
pull out
of wide leg
duplicate
priceless cargo.
Read
envy,
I -
citizen
The Soviet Union!

1929