The kissing of hands whether,
Do gub,
in the body shiver
close to me
red
Colour
my republics
also
should
flame.
I do not like
Paris love:
any female woodcocks
silk paint the,
potyahyvayas, zadremlyu,
said -
tuʙo -
dogs
brutal passion.
You alone are my
growth level,
Stand beside
with eyebrow eyebrow,
give
about this
important evening
tell
in a human.
Five hours,
and since then
verse
people
dremuchiy pine,
became extinct
populated city,
only hear
svistochny dispute
trains to Barcelona.
The black sky
lightning pace,
thunder
Roogna
in the heavenly drama,—
not get any,
and this
simply
jealousy
move mountains.
silly words
Do not believe the raw material,
do not be afraid
this shaking,—
I bridled,
I am humbled
the senses
scions of nobility.
passion measles
come scab,
but the joy
neissyhaemaya,
will long,
will just
I speak in verse.
Jealousy,
wives,
tears ...
To hell with them! —
vspuhnut forever,
Vey fit.
I do not own,
and I
jealous
for Soviet Russia.
Saw
patches on the shoulders,
them
chahotka
Licking sigh.
What,
we are not to blame -
they Milon
was bad.
we
Now
such gentle -
sports
straighten the few,—
you and us
in Moscow to,
lacks
long-legged.
Do not you,
in the snow
and typhus
marching
those legs,
here
in favor
give them
in the dining
with oil.
Do not think,
squinting just
out of the rectified arcs.
Go here,
Go to the crossroads
my great
and clumsy hands.
Do not want?
Stay and zimuy,
and this
insult
the general account nanizhite.
I do not care
you
ever take -
one
or together with Paris.