Текст песни М.И. Цветаева - Идешь, на меня похожий...

You go , I was like ,
Eyes are down.
I omit them - too!
Passer-by, stop!

Read - blindness chicken
And typing a bouquet of poppies -
What they called me Marina
And how old I was .

Do not think that there is - the grave ,
That I will appear , threatening ...
I'm too fond of itself
Laugh when you can not !

And the blood rushes to the skin,
And my hair curled ...
I, too, was a bystander !
Passer-by, stop!

Grab yourself a stalk wild
Berries and after him -
cemetery strawberries
Larger and sweeter than not.

But do not stand sullenly ,
Chapter down on his chest.
It is easy to think of me ,
It is easy to forget about me .

As the beam illuminates you !
You're covered in gold dust ...
- Let you are not confused
My voice out of the ground .

May 3, 1913
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