Lyrics Владимир Маяковский - Товарищу НЕТТЕ

I shuddered for a reason.
Not an afterlife nonsense.
To the port,
burning,
like molten summer
unfolded
and entered
comrade "Theodore
Nette. "
It is he.
I recognize him.
In saucers - glasses of lifebuoys.
- Hello, Nette!
How glad I am that you are alive
the smoky life of the chimneys
ropes
and hooks.
Come here!
Aren't you small?
From Batum,
tea boiled in cauldrons ...
Remember, Nette, -
in being human
did you drink teas
with me in a diplomatic coup?
You hesitated.
Sleepyheads snored.
Eye
mowing
in sealing wax seal,
through and through
chatted about Romka Yakobson
and sweated funny
teaching poetry.
I fell asleep in the morning.
Trigger
I pulled my finger together ...
Come on -
who wants to!
Did you think
that in a year only
I will meet
with you -
with a steamer.
Lunishcha behind the stern.
Well, that's great!
Lay down,
tearing open spaces in two.
As if forever
for myself
from the battle of the corridor
pulling the trail of the hero
bright and bloody.
To communism from a book
believe average.
"You never know,
what can
grind in the book! "
And this -
will suddenly revive "nonsense"
and will show
communism
nature and flesh.
We are living,
clamped
an iron oath.
For her -
on the cross,
and scratch with a bullet:
this -
so that the world
without Russia,
without Latvia,
live as one
a human hostel.
In our veins -
blood, not water.
We are walking
through the revolving barking
so that
dying
incarnate
in steamers,
in lines
and other long matters.

I would live and live
rushing through the years.
But in the end I want -
no other desires -
I want to meet
my hour of death
So,
how did you meet death
comrade Nette.