Marina Tsvetaeva How many you...

Marina Tsvetaeva 1892-1941


How many you
Who fallen into Abyss,
So distant and the dark!
The day will come
I'll disappear
From Memories and Hearts.

And all of me
That singing in the struggle
So shone and mighty tore.
The green of eyes,
My gentle voice of Beauty,
And golden hairs disappear too.

But life goes on
With daily bread so bitter,
Forgetfulness of days!
And everything will be
As if there was no me!

So changeable,
Like kids, in every features.
And angry not too long,
Who loved the moment
When the  flame in fireplace
Become the ash of Earth.

And cavalcades,
Cello in the thicket,
And charming village bells.
- For me, so warm and so real
On gentle Earth I dwell !

I cry to you -
Because I never knew the measure ,
To strangers and their own?!-
Appealing with demand
Of faithful prayer
Requesting for your love.

And day and night,
In writing and my orals:
For truth:Just yes or no,
And for the fact
I'm being sad so often
Although I'm a twenty years old.

Inevitability -Forgiveness
To all what's being wrong,
It's for my unrestrained tenderness
And too much look of proud.

For being so impulsive changeable,
For game, and just for true...
- So,listen!- You should also love me
Just for the fact
That I'm mortal too...