Lyrics Маяковский - Великолепные нелепости

Give up!
   Of course, this is not death.
   Why should she walk around the fortress?
   Aren't you ashamed to believe
   absurdities ?!
   Just a birthday carnival
   invented shooting and shooting range for noise,
   and he, like a toad, crouching on a shaft,
   blurs out, as from a mortar.
 Weasel of the master bass,
   just like a cannon.
   And not a gas mask
   but for the sake of a joke toy.
   Watch it!
   Sky measure
   a rocket ran out.
   Is death so beautiful
   running b in the sky of parquet!
   Ah don't say:
  "Blood from a wound."
   This is wild!
   Just _and_ taken from the abusive
   gifted with cloves.
   How else?
   The brain does not want to understand
   and cannot:
   in cannon necks
   if you don’t kiss
   then - for what
  arms of trenches are entwined?
   No one is killed!
   Simply - did not survive.
   He lay down from the Seine to the Rhine.
   Because it blooms
   stupefied yellow
   on the beds of dead gangrene.
   Not killed
   no,
   not!
  They all get up
   simply -
   like this,
   will return
   and smiling they’ll tell their wife
   what a master is a merry fellow and an eccentric.
   They say: there was no core, no landmines
   and, of course, there was no fortress!
   Just a birthday man invented a lot
   some magnificent absurdities!