М. Цветаева - Але English
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Take your leave of home
Turn your back and leap
into the conscious belief
That beckons you away
Grab this chance like a fall
Be blind
drunk on faith
You are as young as the daisy
As blue as a gypsy.
But be alert little bird
No man knows your heart.
Love is so frail
And lovers disperse like blossom
The world is huge and courtly
Paris, Rome and Madrid
are waiting for your glee
Don't be the bird in a murmur
I speak as I see
Excuse my seeming bold
Now you're young and true
Then you'll wake up old.
Translated
by Martin X
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