Текст песни Валерий Брюсов - Клеопатра

I - Cleopatra, I was the queen,
In Egypt, the rules of eight-month years.
Died and eternal Rome, there are no lags,
My dust unfortunate does not store the tomb.

In the arts of the world, my negligible trail,
All the days of mine - the festivities of the Verena,
I found death like a violent harlot ...
But I miss you, the poet!

Again, like kings, I betray Torny
You, elevated with the wrong shadow,
I am a woman again - in your dreams.

You are immortalized the art of the wonder
And I am immortal with charm and passion:
My whole life is in the ages of a linking verse.

November 1899.