- Жанр
- death metal
- Краткое описание
- Vladimir Mayakovsky "SOVIET PASSPORT"
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Сергей Кимович Барсуков
- Автор музыки
- Сергей Кимович Барсуков
- Автор текста
- перевод стихов Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Исполнитель
- IZED
- Описание
- Vladimir Mayakovsky "SOVIET PASSPORT"
- Альбом
- МОПИХА-2024. (МОсква-ПИтер-ХАбаровск)
- Студия
- BSK-studio iZed
- Текст
- Владимир Маяковский
СТИХИ О СОВЕТСКОМ ПАСПОРТЕ
Я волком бы
выгрыз
бюрократизм.
К мандатам
почтения нету.
К любым
чертям с матерями
катись
любая бумажка.
Но эту... (фрагмент)
Vladimir Mayakovsky
POEMS ABOUT THE SOVIET PASSPORT
[Verse]
I would
have chewed
out bureaucracy like a wolf.
There is no respect for mandates.
To
hell with the mothers
any piece of paper.
But this one...
[Chorus]
Along the long front
of the compartment
and the stateroom
official
is courteous
and moving.
They hand over the passports,
and I
hand
over my
purple book.
[Verse]
One passport has a
smile on its mouth.
To others,
the attitude is negligent.
They respectfully
take, for example,
passports
with a double
English left.
[Chorus]
Through the eyes of a kind uncle,
you can not stop
to bow,
they take,
as if they were taking a tip,
an American passport.
In Polish
, they look
like a goat in a poster.
In Polish
, they stick out their eyes
in tight
police elephantiasis —
from where, they say,
and what kind of
geographical news is this?
[Verse]
And without turning
their heads
and feeling
any
feelings, they take,
without blinking,
the passports of the Danes
and various
other
Swedes.
[Chorus]
And suddenly,
as if
by a burn,
the gentleman's mouth twisted.
This
is Mr. official
taking
my red-skinned passport.
Takes
it like a bomb,
takes
it like a hedgehog,
like
a double—edged razor,
takes
it like a rattlesnake
At 20 stings
a two-meter-long snake
[Verse]
He blinked
significantly
The porter's eye,
at least he'll take things
away for free.
The gendarme
looks questioningly at the detective,
the detective
at the gendarme.
With what pleasure
the gendarme caste
would have me
whipped and crucified
for
having a hammered,
sickle-toothed
Soviet passport in my hands.
I would
have chewed
out bureaucracy like a wolf.
[Chorus]
There is no respect for mandates.
To
hell with the mothers
any piece of paper.
But this one...
I take out
of my wide trousers
a duplicate
of a priceless cargo.
Read,
envy,
I am a citizen
The Soviet Union.