Текст песни Zerno Boboviy - Маяковский - Разговор с фининспектором о поэзии

Citizen Finanspektor!
        I'm sorry to trouble you.
Thank you...
        do not worry ...
                        I'll stand ...
I have to you
           a business
               delicate properties:
about the place
       the poet
           in the working order.
In the series
    having
         storerooms and grounds
and I'm covered
         and must be punished.
You require
         from me
              five hundred in half a year
and twenty-five
         for failure to make declarations.
My work
        to any
             labor
                related.
Take a look -
          how much I lost,
what kind
   costs
         in my production
and how much is spent
               on the material.
You,
  of course, it is known
                phenomenon of "rhyme".
For example,
    line
         ended with a word
                        "Father",
and then
      through the line,
                syllables repeating, we
set
     any:
                lamadritsa-tsa.
In your opinion,
             rhyme -
                    bill.
Take into account through the line! -
                here is an order.
And you're looking for
   small point of suffixes and inflexions
in an empty box office
            declensions
                  and conjugations.
Start this
         word
             in the line to insert,
but it does not climb -
            clicked and broke.
Citizen Finanspektor,
                honestly,
poet
    in a pretty penny words fly.
Speaking in our way,
             rhyme -
                  barrel.
A barrel of dynamite.
                Line -
                        wick.
The string dodymit,
         the line explodes, -
and the city
     on the air
           the stanzas flies.
Where you will find,
        at what rate,
rhymes,
  that at once they were killed, aiming?
Can,
   heels
      unprecedented rhymes
Just stayed
            that in Venetsuela.
And pulls
     me
        in the cold and in the heat.
I throw myself,
      entangled in advances and loans I.
Citizen,
        consider ticket travel card!
- Poetry
      - all! -
           riding in the unknown.
Poetry -
        the same extraction of radium.
In grams of prey,
           in a year of labor.
You make
       single word for
thousand tons
        verbal ore.
But how
     sizzlingly
              words of these burning sensations
beside
   with decay
         raw words.
These words
      set in motion
thousands years
        millions of hearts.
Of course,
     different types of poets.
How many poets
          lightness of the hand!
He pulls,
   as a magician,
          a line from the mouth
and at home
      and in others.
What should I say
        about lyrical castrates ?!
Line
      someone else's
         insert - and glad.
it
  ordinary
        theft and waste
among embezzlement of the country.
These
  Today
      poems and odes,
in applause
          roaring with rum,
will include
    in history
         as an overhead
on what was done
          us -
                two or three.
Pud,
  as the saying goes,
              salt dining room
eat
   and a hundred cigarettes of klubi,
that
   get
       precious word
artesian
          human depths.
And immediately
      below
         tax increase.
Skinte
      from the cover
            zero wheel!
The ruble is ninety
          a hundred cigarettes,
sixty ruble
          table salt.
In your profile
           questions mass:
- Were there any trips?
          Or there are no trips? "
And what,
    if I
         a dozen pegasus
drove
     for the last
                15 years?!
You -
    in my position enter -
about servants
       and property
                from this angle.
And what,
   if I
        people's driver
and at the same time -
          a national servant?
Class
    reads
        from a word from ours,
and we,
   proletarians