Текст песни М.И. Цветаева - Поэма Конца. Фрагмент 06

“I didn't want that.”
Not this one. (Silently: listen!
Wanting is a matter of bodies
And we are for each other - souls

From now on ...) - And he did not say.
(Yes, at the hour when the train is served,
You women like a glass
The sad honor of leaving

You hand it ...) - Maybe nonsense?
Have you heard? (The liar is courteous,
Mistress like a bouquet
The bloody honor of breaking

Handing over ...) - Clearly: syllable
Behind the syllable, so - goodbye
Did you say? (Like a scarf
In the hour of sweet outrage

Dropped ...) - This battle
You are Caesar. (Oh, the impudent lunge!
To the enemy - like a trophy,
The sword given to them

Handing it!) - Continues. (Ringing
In the ears ...) - I bow twice:
First ahead
In the gap. - Are you everyone?

Do not refute! Revenge,
Worthy of Lovelace.
A gesture that honors you
And I got meat

From the bone. - Laughter. Through the laughter
Death. Gesture (No desires
Wanting is the business of those
And we are shadows for each other

From now on ...) The last nail
Driven in. Screw, for the coffin is lead.
“The last of the requests.”
- I beg. - never a word

About us ... none of ... well ...
Subsequent. (From a stretcher
So wounded - in the spring!)
- About the same and asked you b.

Give a little ring for memory?
- Not. - A look wide open
Is absent. (Like print
On your heart like a sign

On your hand ... Without scenes!
Removing.) Smooth and quieter:
“But a book for you?” - How to everyone?
- No, do not write them at all.

Books ...