Текст песни М.И. Цветаева - Тебе - через сто лет

To you, who are to be born
A century later, as the otdyshites -
From the very depths - on the death of the convict,
  His hand writing:

- Friend! do not look for me! Other fashion!
I do not even remember the elderly.
- Mouth not get it! - A water leteyski
  I put out two hands.

As two of the fire, I see your eyes,
Burning me to the grave - to hell -
Tu seeing that his hand is not moving,
  Dead a hundred years ago.

With me in the hand - almost a handful of dust -
My poems! - I see: the wind
You're looking for the house where I was born - or
  In which I will die.

On the counter of women - those living happy -
I am proud of how you look, and catch words:
- The congregation samozvanok! All of you are dead!
  She is one alive!

I served her ministry volunteer!
All the secrets he knew, the whole warehouse it rings!
Robber dead! These rings
  Stolen from her!

About a hundred of my rings! I pulled tendon,
I repented for the first time,
With so much I had them at random gave -
  You do not wait!

And I still feel sad that this evening,
Today - for so long, I was after
Setting sun - and forward
  You - a hundred years.

I bet that you will throw curse
To my friends into darkness graves:
- All praise! Pink Dress
  Nobody has presented!

Who was disinterested ?! - No, I'm selfish!
Just do not kill - greed is not to hide,
What do I have all begged letters
  That night kiss.

To tell? - I'll say! Nothingness - convention.
I like you now - passionately of the guests,
And you refuse all pearl lovers
  In the name of the - bones.

August 1919