Marina Tsvetaeva - From the swallows to the witche

From the swallows – to the witches !
Youth! I’m sending you my pledges !
For awhile stay on a wind !
Swarthy ! Please your dearest kin!

Blaze me with your carmine shove!
Youth of mine! My dearest dove
Swarthy ! Scythe-blade of my soul!
Youth of mine! Dance with your girl!

Slash once more with an azure shawl
Crazy one! We played like hell
We were high! – Now, dance me, scald!
Golden one - Good-bye – My gold!

Lastly, I caress your hand
I’m leaving you, my friend.
Torn away from the depth of soul
Youth of mine! – Embrace the world !


1921/2014



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Скоро уж из ласточек – в колдуньи!