http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marina_Tsvetaeva
Year: 2007
Marina Marina
You know it, here, everything burns
Since the beginning of time, here, everything burns
And the doors and the books
Everything that has a name burns
Everything that has a name burns
And how's life in Paris?
How's life?
The exile and Russia
The heart whitout its roof
You were begging the tzar
to let Razil go
Every crossed bridge
would have been cut off
And the barns and the cities
Everything that has a name burns
Everything that has a name burns
And how's life in Paris?
How's life?
The smothered poems at the bottom of the shopping bag
All the verse spoken hastily, slowed down by the stomach
And the exile Marina
Your Russia how is it going?
And men and books
Everything that has a name burns
Everything that has a name burns
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