Елена Фролова.Стихи Марины Цветаевой - Монолог Марии Магдалины
текст песни

Monologue of Mary Magdalene

The sun is at the zenith
Do you hear my brother?
Tender teacher,
Fuck back.
To the fate of the secret,
To the joy of sinful
Sad life,
Light hope.

All about sang
In random songs,
It was dressed in meaning
Settlement realized.
Forebodings, prophecies,
But then - the road
From the stars of loneliness
To brother and God ..

The fate is non -childish
Guessed with the heart,
My sinful life
It will break out of incense.
To a sensitive ear,
Do you hear the sky?
Holiness is not to the spirit,
The heart is required.

I know something else
Me, Magdalene,
Daughters of the word
They did not give b.

The sun is at the zenith
Nights on the firmament,
Bright teacher,
Require more.
Pity and tenderness
Indestructible,
If inevitable -
So love.

My brother, Jesus is my
Beloved
The speech of the vegetable,
God means eternal.

I am carrying
For loss of loss
Every morning,
Do you hear my brother?

Fuck back
Solar dove,
The heart is loss
Cooked to the sky.
The sweetness of patience
Studied with life,
Waiting for the resurrection
Lord, my burning.

Sunny look
Burned,
In eternity nearby
We, here - I am alone.