Текст песни В.В. Маяковский - Юбилейное

Alexander,
       let me introduce myself .
                        Mayakovsky .
Give me your hand !
      Here's chest .
Listen,
   do not knock and moan ;
I worry about him ,
      puppy in humble cub.
I never knew
         so many
               thousand tons
my
   Golovenko shameful frivolity .
I drag you.
   Wonder , of course ?
Gritted ?
   Does it hurt?
      Sorry , dear.
I ,
   yes and you ,
      its infinity .
what we
   lose
      an hour or two ?
That water is -
         let's
            rush , chatting ,
As if the spring -
            free
               and uninhibited !
In the sky there
         moon
            so young ,
her
   without satellites
         and issue risky.
I
 now
      free
         love
            and on posters.
fur
   jealousy bear
         is clawed .
one can
   sure
      sloping land that -
sit
   on their own buttocks
                     and scram !
No,
  Bind melanholishke not in black ,
yes , and do not want to talk
                        with anyone.
only
   gills rhymes
         topyrit thrills
from people like us ,
      at poetry sand.
Injury - a dream
   and it is useless to dream ,
must
   news
      nudu official .
But it happens -
         life
            arises another sectional
and a large
   understand
         through the nonsense.
us
   lyrics
      hostility
         repeatedly attacked,
looking for speech
      accurate
         and naked .
But poetry -
      presvolochneyshaya contraption :
there -
      and any tooth foot .
for example
      here it is -
         said or bleats ?
Sinemordoe ,
   orange mustache
Nebuchadnezzar
         bibleytsem -
" Koops ."
Give us glasses !
               know
                 old way
in distress
   Vinišće blow ,
but look -
             of
swim
      Red and White Star'y1
with a heap
   various visas.
I am pleased with you -
                    happy
               that you have a table.
muse is
      cunningly
         for the language you are drawn .
as it
     you
         Olga used to say ? ..
Do not Olga !
         of letters
Onegin, Tatyana .
- Say,
      husband here
            fool
               old gelding ,
I love you,
   Be sure to mine,
I now
   morning to be sure
that I 'll see you in the afternoon . -
There were all kinds :
      and standing by the window ,
letters
   shaking nervous jelly.
here
   when
      and unable to grieve -
it
   Alexander Sergeyevich ,
            a lot harder.
Aida , Mayakovsky !
         Looming on the south!
heart
   vymuchit rhymes -
here
   and love came skiff ,
Vladim Vladimych expensive .
No,
   not old this name!
carcass
   forward stirrup
I
 with pleasure
      cope with dvoimi ,
and anger -
         and three .
say -
   theme and I -n- d - and - in-and- d -u- a- l -e- n !
Entre nous .. 2
      so censor natsykal .
Give you -
         say -
               seen
even
   two
      members of the Central Executive Committee of lovers .
Here -
   let gossip
         amuse her soul .
Alexander Sergeyevich ,
         Well yes , you do not listen to them!
Maybe
      I
       one
         really sorry
today
      havent you alive .
me
   when life
         with you
            b conspire necessary.
soon here
         and I
            die
               and be it.
after the death
           us
            stand almost next :
You Pe ,
       and I
         by EM .
Who among us ?
      with someone tell them to know? !
too
   my Country
      poets poorer.
between ourselves
      - Here's the problem -
            pozatesalsya Nadson3 .
We will ask