Текст песни Зинаида Гиппиус - Она

In his shameless and miserable lowness,
She, like dust, sulfur, as dust earthly.
And I'm dying from this intimacy
From the continuity of her with me.

She is rough, she is barbed,
She is cold, she is a snake.
I was monitored by disgusting
Her crankshaft.

Oh, if I used spinning sting!
Furious, Tup, quiet.
So heavy, so sluggish
And there is no access to it - she is dechah.

She, stubborn,
I caress me, my soul.
And this dead, and this black,
And this terrible is my soul!