As from Heine
by Vladimir Mayakovsky
She zapped a lightning with her eyes:
'I've seen you with the other girl!
You are - the lowest one,
You are - the foulest one...
And so on, and so forth...
But I'm the skilled guy.
Let's give up your rumbling.
If this bolt of lightning
Hasn't killed me all up,
Then no fear for thunder,
Which's going after the dart.
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/10/17/8059
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem