Текст песни Марина Цветаева - Мы же - сросшиеся

Not remembering, not understanding
Exactly from the holiday gone ...
- Our street! - Not ours anymore ...
- How many times on it! ..- Already not us ...

- Tomorrow the sun will rise from the west!
- David will tear Jehovah!
- What are we doing? - We part.
- doesn't tell me anything

The most meaningless word:
We part. - One out of a hundred?
Just a four syllable word
Behind which is emptiness.

Wait! Serbian and Croatian
Is it true that the Czech Republic is strange in us?
Parting. To part ...
Supernatural game!

The sound from which ears are torn
Reaching beyond the limits of longing ...
Parting - not in Russian!
Not feminine! Not manly!

Not divine! That we are sheep
Gawking at lunch?
Parting - what is it like?
Even this makes no sense.

Even the sound! Well, just hollow
Noise, - saws, for example, through a dream.
Parting - just schools
Khlebnikov nightingale moan

Swan...
But how did it come about?
Finely dried pond -
Air! Hand in hand is heard.
To part - it's thunder

On the head ... Ocean in the cabin!
Oceania is the extreme cape!
These streets are too steep:
To part - it's down

Downhill ... Two pound soles
Sigh ... Palm, finally, and a nail!
Tipping argument:
To part - it's apart

We are coalesced ...

(excerpt from The Poem of the End)