Текст песни М.Цветаева - Вы, чьи широкие шинели... - романс

You whose broad overcoat,
Reminiscent of sails,
Whose spurs jingled merrily,
And the voice.

And whose eyes are like diamonds,
Heart carved trail -
Alluring dandies,
Past years.

A fierce will,
You took the heart and rock -
Kings on each Brann field
And at the ball.

You all vertices were small,
And soft - the stale bread,
Oh, young generals,
Their destinies!

Oh, how - I think - could you,
Hand, full of rings,
And curls caress virgins - and manes,
Their horses.

In one incredible jump
You have lived a short century ...
And your hair, your tanks,
Covered with snow.