Текст песни Владимир Маяковский - От усталости

Land!
Let me heal your balding head
tattered my lips in the stains of strangers gilding.
Smoke of hair over tin eye fires
give me an overview of the hollow breasts of swamps.
You! There are two of us,
hounded, driven by fallow deer,
the neighing of horses saddled by death rose.
The smoke from behind the house will catch us with long arms,
turbidity embittered eyes rotting in showers
the lights.
My sister!
In the almshouses of centuries going by
maybe my mother is looking for me;
I threw her a bloody horn of songs.
Kwaka, jumping across the field
ditch, green detective,
to lure us
ropes of dirty roads.