Vladimir Mayakovsky

For an Entire Month the Turks did Float, beneath a Crescent Moon; but Like the Turks in the City Sinop They Didn't Forsee the Flood

A Sultan by the port did sit, and smacked his nose into my fist. (Ekh sultan sidel' by v Port, / drakoi ryla ne poporti.)

You'll Never Get to Paris, Fritz, though You Might through Thick and Thin. And if You get to Paris, Fritz, We'll be in Berlin! (Ekh ty nemets, pri da pri zhe / ne dopresh chtob sest' v Parizhe / i uzh bratets - klinom klin: / ty v Parizh, a my v Berlin!)