Сплин - Маяк (на стих. “Вместо письма“ В.В. Маяковского)

Splean - Mayak Tobacco smoke has consumed the air. The room is a chapter in Kruchenykh’s inferno. Remember - beyond that window in a frenzy I first stroked your hands. You sit here today with an iron-clad heart. One more day you’ll toss me out, perhaps, cursing. In the dim front hall my arm, broken by trembling won’t fit right away in my sleeve. I’ll run out, throw my body into the street. I’ll rave, wild, lashed by despair. Don’t let it happen my dear, my darling, let us part now. A