Текст песни Марина Цветаева - Книги в красном переплете

From the children's paradise plaguing
You're sending me greetings farewell,
invariably Friend
The shabby, red prereplete.
A little easier to learn a lesson,
I ran the same hour the same to you, happened,
- It's late! - Mom, ten lines ..! -
But, fortunately, my mother forgot.
Tremble at the lights of the chandeliers ...
How well a book at home!
Under Grieg, Schumann and Cui
I learned the fate of Tom.
It's getting dark, and the air is fresh ...
Tom Becky happiness with full faith.
Here with a torch Injun Joe
Wandering in the gloom of the cave ...
Cemetery ... prophetic cry of an owl ....
(I'm scared!) Here flying through bumps
Priemysh prim widow
As Diogenes living in a cask.
Lighten sun throne room,
Above the slender boy - the crown ...
Suddenly - a beggar! My God! He said:
"Excuse me, I'm the heir to the throne!"
He passed away in the darkness, who appeared in it.
Britain's sad fate ...
- Oh, why among the red books
Again for the lamp would not go to sleep?
On the golden age,
Where to look bolder and clearer heart!
About gold names:
Gekko Finn, Tom Sawyer, The Prince and the Pauper!