Текст песни М.Цветаева - Кто-то высший нас предал

Our souls, is not it eh, not yet accustomed to the separation?
All each other's name sparkling wings flutter!
Someone threw the top soft woven hand
But remembering about the forgotten souls.

Every evening, lighted by the will of the magician gentle,
Every night, when over the mountains and in the heart of the fog,
By nezabyvshey soul uncertain, timid gait
Approaching the old deception.

Like the wind that runaway rush past awakens
You of sparkling lines smile at me again.
Everything is allowed, everything! We do not condemn the daily anguish:
Are you out of sleep, I dream ...

Someone gave us an unnamed top-sweet agony!
(There is a lot of wandering, wandering amid the snow and darkness!)
Someone threw the top soft woven hand ...
Do not we are responsible!