[Astro_Mozzarella]

Сыр всегда любил Маяковского. Очень нежной любовью. И вот чёрт меня дернул прочитать переводы его творений на пиндосовский...Кто-нибудь, помогите мне это развидеть...

But could you?

I blurred at once the chart of trite routine
by splashing paint with one swift motion.
I showed upon a plate of brawny glutin
the slanting cheekbones of the ocean
Upon the scales of tinny fishes
new lips summoned, though yet mute.
But could you
play
right to the finish
a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?

или ещё хуже :

"You know what, violin,
we're awfully alike;
I too
always yell,
but can't prove a thing!"
The musicains commented,
contemptuously smiling:
"Look at him-
come to his wooden-bride-
tee-hee!"
But I don't care-
I'm a good guy-
"You know, what, violin,
let's live together,
eh?".