Текст песни М. Цветаева - Ты запрокидываешь голову

You throw back his head -
Then you're a liar and proud.
What a cheerful companion
I brought this February!

jingling karbovanets
And slowly blowing smoke,
Triumphal strangers
We pass the city native.

Whose hands Careful bathed
Your eyelashes beauty
When and how and by whom, and there are many
I kiss your lips -

I do not ask. My spirit are those who hunger
Overcame this very dream.
As you divine Boy -
I honor the Ten Year.

Linger by the river, paddling
Colored lanterns beads.
I will bring you to the area,
Kind of young men-kings ...

Pain boyish whistle
And the heart is clamped in a handful of ...
- My cool, my frantic
Freedman - sorry!