Under caresses of an ivy Plaid I recalled yesterday's dream. Whose victory? Who's been defeated? What has it been? Rethinking everything once more, Torturing myself once again. In this, for which no word I know, Love it has been, love it has been. Who was the hunter? Who - the hunted? All is reversed as if by Satan! What did the loudly purring Siberian Cat, understand? In this self-willing one another Who in whose hand was but a ball? Whose heart flew - yours or mine, Do you recall? And still again - what has it been too? What do I want, what do I pity? And I don't know: Did I win? Or did you Conquer me? By Marina Tsvetayeva Translated by Ilya Shambat https:///sites.google.com/site/ibshambat/russian-songs
