Текст песни М.И. Цветаева - Март 4. Германии

"Germany"
Oh, the maiden is the roundest
Among the green mountains -
Germany!
Germany!
Germany!
A shame!
I pocketed half the card,
Astral soul!
Old - fogged with fairy tales,
Today - tanks went.
Before the Czech peasant woman -
Do not let your eyes down
Riding tanks
By the rye of her hopes?
Before immeasurable sorrow
This little country
What do you feel, Herman:
Germany's sons ??
Oh mania! Oh mummy
Greatness!
You burn
Germany!
Madness,
Madness
You create!
With a boa hug
The strong man will straighten!
For health, Moravia!
Slovakia, Slovak!
Into the crystal underground
Go away - prepare a blow:
Bohemia!
Bohemia!
Bohemia!
Nazdar!