Marina Tsvetaeva — Who's made of stone, who's made of mud

Who's made of stone, who's made of mud,

And I'm made from silver and shine.

My act is betrayal, my name is Marina,

The fragile sea foam am I.

Who is made from mud, who is made from flesh -

There's coffin and coffin plates..

Baptized in a sea font and unceasingly

Broken in my flight!

Through every heart, through every net

Will poke its head my will.

You will not make me the salt of the earth

Can you see these my loose curls?

I resurrect with each wave, pounding

Against your granite knees!

May be well the foam - the high foam -

The high foam of the seas!