Текст песни zerno - Владимир Маяковский - Мелкая философия на глубоких местах

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                                 Tolstoy is not so in t_o_lstogo -
                      eat,
                          writing,
                                Balda from the heat.
                      Those who did not philosophize over the sea?
                      Water.
                      Yesterday
                            Ocean was angry,
                                            like the devil.
                      Today
                              humbler
                                        dove on the eggs.
                      Who cares?
                                     Everything flows ...
                      Everything changes.
                      Crumbled wave
                                        and swells again.
                      Mountain seems
                                    on the sort of distance.
                      Here and algae,
                                       and water,
                                               and other trash -
                      fouling!
                      There is time to have its own water,
                      Watch the tide,
                                    Watch the tide.
                      And Steklov
                                   water
                                        I never left the pen.
                      It is not fair.
                      Dead fish
                                   swims alone.
                      Hang fins,
                                       as the padded wings.
                      Floating week
                                     and there is no bottom to it,
                      no tires.
                      Waves
                            each other
                                       beating the flat.
                      And either way,
                                    the vsyp, the eruption,
                      and again vodoslovyat,
                                          ringing and rustling ...
                      Dispute ...
                      This whale say.
                                        Maybe so.
                      Like fish Poor -
                                              girth three.
                      Only Demian
                                       mustache out
                                                   and the whale
                      inside.

                      Years - gulls.
                                    Departure in a row -
                      and water -
                                 abdomen fry stuff.
                      Gulls disappeared.
                                      Generally speaking,
                      where the birds?
                      I was born,
                                 growing up
                                      fed nipples -
                      I lived,
                           I worked
                                    I became too old ...
                      That's life will be held,
                                           How did the Azores
                      Island