Prayer - Tsvetaeva

Christ and God! I wonder thirst
Now, now, at the beginning of the day!
ABOUT, let me die, while
The whole life of the book for me.

You're wise, you do not say strictly:
- terpene, not yet finished the term ".
You yourself gave me - too much!
I yearn once - all roads!

just want: with a gypsy soul
Go to the songs on the break,
For all suffer under the organ sound
And Amazon race into battle;

Guess the stars in the black tower,
Lead the children ahead, through the shadows ...
That was a legend - the day yesterday,
That was mad - every day!

Love and the Cross, and silk, and helmets,
My soul moments trail ...
You gave me childhood - better than a fairy tale
And give me death - at seventeen!

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