Владимир Маяковский - Ничего не понимают - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

He entered the hairdresser, said - calm:

"Be kind, comb my ears."

The smooth hairdresser immediately became coniferous,

The face stretched out like a pear.

"Crazy!

Ginger!"-

They jumped the words.

Swearing rushed from squeal to squeak

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a giggling someone's head

pulling out of the crowd, like an old radish.