Текст песни Алиса Фрейндлих читает М.Цветаеву - Писала я на аспидной доске...

I wrote on the slate,
     And pieces of paper fans pobleklyh,
     And on the river, and on the sea sand
     Skating on ice, and the ring on the glass -

     And on the trunks, which hundreds of winters,
     And finally - that was known to all! -
     What do you love! We love! We love! - Love!
     To paint - heavenly rainbow.

     How I wished that everyone bloomed
     In the centuries with me! under my fingers!
     And then, the slopes of the forehead on the table,
     Cross - cross crosses - the name of ...

     But you, in the hand of a commercial clerk
     Trapped! you that my heart zhalish!
     Unsold me! inside the ring!
     You - utseleesh on the tables.

1920.