Я бы хотела жить с Вами [Ya by khotela zhitʹ s Vami] [English translation]

...I would have liked to live with you

In a provincial town,

Where twilight lasts endlessly,

And bells perpetually toll.

And in a small village inn, one hears the sound, —

The subtle sound

Of an antique clock, — as time drops trickle by.

And sometimes, in evenings, from one or other attic —

A flute,

And a flutist himself

Is there and large tulips are on windowsills.

And, possibly, you even wouldn’t have been in love with me...

In the middle of the room, a large tile fireplace,

With every tile showcasing a picture of

a rose, a heart, a ship.

And through the lone window, a view of

Snow, snow, snow.

You’d be lying down sprawling, just as I love you: lazy,

Indifferent, carefree.

Now and then, there's a harsh strike of

a match.

The cigarette glows and burns out,

And for a long time on its edge quivers

A short grey column of ash.

You’re too lazy to shake it,

So the entire cigarette hits the fire.

• Artist:Marina Tsvetayeva