I will win you over from all the gods, from all the lands,
All because the woods are my cradle yet they are my grave,
All because I am standing on the ground with just one leg,
All because I can and will sing for you like no one can.
I will win you over from all the nights, from all the times,
From all the blinking swords, from all ensigns,
I will throw the keys and drive away dogs from the porch -
All because in night I'm more devoted than a dog.
I will win you over from anyone - from her, for life,
You'll be noone's bridegroom, I'll be noone's wife,
And in last dispute I will take you - hold your gab -
From the one who once accepted the Jacob's battle.
But until I will fold your hands, hearing no more breath -
It is you who remains owned by yourself,
Two your golden wings, directed into the air,
All because the world is your cradle yet it is your grave.
Марина Цветаева. I will win you over
© Copyright: Денис Еманов, 2017
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