Текст песни Марина Цветаева - Подруга

Yes? - You won't tell! Hardly!
And better - let it!
You kissed too many, it seems,
Hence the sadness.

All the heroines of Shakespeare's tragedies
I see in you.
You young tragic lady
Nobody saved!

Are you so tired of repeating love
Recitative!
Cast iron rim on the bloodless hand-
Eloquent!

I love you. - Like a thundercloud
Above you - a sin -
For being sarcastic and burning
And best of all

For the fact that we are, that our lives are different
In the darkness of the roads
For your inspirational temptations
And dark rock

For the fact that you, my demon cool-headed,
I'll say I'm sorry
For the fact that you - at least torn over the coffin!
Can't save!

For this trembling, for what - really
Am I dreaming? -
For this ironic charm,
That you are not him.