Текст песни Марина Цветаева - Мой письменный верный стол

My writing desk faithful!
     Thank you for what was
     With me in all ways.
     My guard - like a scar.
     My hair pack mule!
     Thank you legs are not bent
     Under the burden, luggage dreams -
     Thank you - that carried and carried.
     Strict from the Mirror!
     Thank you for what became
     - Worldly temptations threshold -
     All across the joys,
     All the meanness - flatly!
     Oak counterbalance
     Leo hatred elephant
     Grievances - everything, everything.
     My mortal alive mec!
     Thank you, that grew and grew
     With me, as Minister
     Desktop - Bolshany, shirel,
     So shirilsya to latitudes -
     Such that, to open his mouth,
     Grabbing the edge of the table ...
     - I was flooded as Strand!
     By itself nailing little light -
     Thank you for that - after
     Rips! On all routes
     I caught up with the Shah -
     Fugitives.
         - Back in the chair!
     Thank you for that blyula
     And bent. Do not eternal blessings
     I beat - like a magician -
     La Sonnambula.
         Battles scars,
     Tables lined up in columns
     Last minute: crimson veins!
     Acts of my column!
     Pillar stylite, mouth gate -
     You were my throne, the spacious
     It was me that sea of ​​crowds
     Hebrew - burning pillar!
     So blessed be the same -
     Forehead, elbow, knee assembly
     Tested - like a saw
     The chest ingrained - edge of the table!

             July 1933