Текст песни Земфіра - Марина Цветаева

slowly sure gas
floated through a tired room
without touching the eyes,
those that you hardly remember.

the pulse beat unevenly.
thoughts seemed bare.
from a gun sadness
aimed directly at the head.

the lines flew down
The wipers swore obscenely.
I chose life
standing on the windowsill.

in the morning sleepy hour,
the hour when everything melted,
I loved you
Marina Tsvetaeva ...
Marina...