Lyrics Мария Бунтарская - Быть нежной, бешеной и шумной... - Марина Цветаева

To be gentle, mad and noisy,
- So want to live! -
Charming and smart, -
It's lovely to be!

It is more gentle than all who are and have been,
Not knowing the guilt ...
- O disturbance, that in the grave
We are all equal!

Become one that no one is cute,
"Oh, to become like ice!" -
Not knowing what was,
Nothing will come,

Forget how the heart split
And again it grew together,
Forget your words and voice,
And shine of hair.

Bracelet from turquoise antique -
On the stem,
On this narrow, this long
To my hand ...

As a drawing of a cloud
From a distance,
Per mother-of-pearl handle
The hand wriggled,

How the legs jumped
Through the wattle fence,
Forget how close along the road
The shadow was running.

Forget how fervently in the azure,
As the days are quiet ...
- All your pranks, all the storms
And all the verses!

My fait accompli
Disperse laughter.
I, ever-pink, will
Pale the most.

And they will not open - so it is necessary -
- Oh, pity! -
Neither for sunset, nor for a glance,
Neither for fields -

My lowered eyelids.
"Not for a flower!" -
My land, forgive forever,
For all ages.

And so will the moon melt
And to melt snow,
When this youngster rides,
A charming age.