Ethereal Strangers after Marina Tsvetaeva

Ethereal Strangers(after Marina Tsvetaeva, 1913)

You walk - so much like me,
Your eyes cast down and low.
I mirrored your gaze, you see -
Stranger, don’t just go.

Read of my fleeting blindness,
And poppies in my hand.
Marina was my name -
In youth’s enchanted land.

Don’t think this is a grave,
From which I might arise.
I laughed when I should not -
With fire behind my eyes.

Blood rose beneath my skin,
My curls would catch the air.
I too was once alive -
Stranger, I was there.

Graveyard strawberries sweeter -
No fruit as tender found.
Pick them in silence, stranger,
Their secrets underground.

I too was there, oh stranger -
Stranger, stop and stay.

But don’t stand dark and heavy,
Head bowed in despair.
Think of me so gently,
And gently let me go.

Stranger… stop and stay.
Easily think of me,
Easily let me be.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/Shh_4rDILgiGrA

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This lyrics in Russian via the link:

http://stihi.ru/2025/10/28/8666