Евг. Евтушенко - Облако в штанах. Часть 3
текст песни

Ah, why is it
where does it come from
In a bright fun
Dirty fists swing!

Came
And she curtered her head with despair
The thought of crazy houses.

AND -
as in the death of a dreadnought
From the showering spasm
rush into the lifted hatch -
Through your own
to a cry of a torn eye
climb, distraught, Burliuk.
Almost bloody eyelids,
I got out,
got up,
Go
and with tenderness, unexpected in a fat person
He took and said:
"Good!"
It's good when in a yellow jacket
The soul from the examinations is wrapped!
Good,
When a scaffold thrown into the teeth,
shout:
"Drink cocoa van-ghost!"

And this second
Bengal,
loud,
I have not exchanged anything,
I'm not on ...

And from cigar smoke
Liker glass
The pricked face of a northerner was stretched.
How dare you be called a poet
And, gray, prick, like a quail!
Today
necessary
castet
Make the world in the skull!

You,
Concerned about the thought of one -
"I am gracefully dancing,"-
Watch how I have fun
I -
platform
Pimp and card Schuler.
From you,
who are in love are muck
from which
In the centuries, a tear poured,
I'll leave
The sun by a monocle
I will insert it into a wide -sown eye.

Incredibly dressing yourself up
I'll go on the ground
To like and burned,
And ahead
On Napoleon’s chain, I will lead like a pug.
The whole earth is fields by a woman,
Outstalls with meat, although surrendered;
Things will come to life -
Lips are things
vulse:
"King, King, King!"

Suddenly
And clouds
And the cloud other
raised an incredible pitching in the sky,
As if white workers diverge,
The sky declaring an embittered strike.
Thunder because of the cloud, the beast, got out,
huge nostrils fervently solid,
And a careless face was curved for a second
harsh grimace of iron bismarck.
And someone
Confused in cloud -outs,
He extended his hands to the cafe -
And as if in a way
And gentle as if
And as if guns of a carriage.

You think -
This sun is tender
Cracking the cheek of the cafe?
It is again to shoot the rebels
General Galife is coming!

Take out, walking, hands from trousers -
Take a stone, knife or bomb,
And if who has no hands -
He came to and beating his forehead!
Go hungry,
Similarly,
submissive,
Wandered in a blochasty mud!
Go!
Mondays and Tuesdays
Color with blood on holidays!
Let the earth under the knives be remembered,
Who wanted to vulgarize!

Land,
Furious, like a mistress,
which Rothschild hesed!
So that the flags are fluttered in the fever,
Like every decent holiday -
Rise above, lampposts,
The bloodied carcasses of the labazes.

Scared
He was exhausted
cut,
He climbed after someone
Bake in the sides.

In the sky, red as a marcelomatic relief,
Twisted, ringing, sunset.

Already a madkeeping.

Nothing will happen.

The night will come
A snack
And eat.
See -
The sky is again JUID
handful of stars nibbled by betrayal?

Came.
Feast mamai,
back to the city of Nasev.
We will not break this night with eyes,
Black as Azef!

Hing, rushing into the tavern corners,
I dousize my soul and tablecloth
And I see:
In the corner - the eyes are round, -
Eyes in the heart were eaten by the Mother of God.
What to give the pattern to the pattern
The radiance of a tavern orava!
You see - again
Golgofnik is adversible
Do you prefer Varavva?
Maybe I deliberately
In a human mess
The face is not for anyone.
I,
may be,
the most beautiful
Of all your sons.
Give them
moldy in joy,
an imminent death of time,
so that children who are due to grow up,
Boys - fathers,
The girls became pregnant.
And give a new born to form
Aquarken gray -haired magi,
And they will come -
And they will baptize children
the names of my poems.

I, singing a car and England,
Maybe just
In the most ordinary gospel
The thirteenth apostle.
And when my voice
Overholes tan -
From an hour to an hour
whole day,
Maybe Jesus Christ sniffs
my soul is forget -me -not.