Tsvetaeva

Just yesterday you looked into my eyes,
And now you only turn away,
You promised me clear blue skies,
But now the storm is here to stay.
I am an idiot, you’re smart,
You are alive, I am frozen through,
This is the cry of all my heart,
My love, what have I done to you? 

My tears are no more than water,
And water is for you my blood,
Love treats me never as a daughter,
But a stepdaughter rather, love.
Your ship carries away my heart,
My love is taken by the crew,
This is the cry of all my heart,
My love, what have I done to you? 

Just yesterday you kissed my legs,
Comparing me to the Empire,
And now you cast me out in rags,
My life feels like a rusty wire.
I am standing like a killer judged,
Not loved, not brave, and feeling blue,
Even in hell, I want to fudge,
My love, what have I done to you? 

I ask my chair and my bed,
What did I do to suffer rather?
You kissed me then killed like lead,
And now you want to kiss another.
Your love accustomed me to flames,
And now you put me in frost,
This is what you put on my way,
What have I done to you, I am lost? 

The apple ripe falls from the tree,
There is no need to cut it through,
I am sorry, and I am begging thee,
Forgive all I’ve done to you.