You walk, and look like me, br Your eyes directed down. br I also used to lower mine! br Hey you, passer by, stop! br br Read-when you've gathered br A bouquet of buttercups and poppies, br That I was called Marina br And how old I was. br br Don't think that this is a grave, br That I will appear,scary... br I myself loved too much br To laugh, when I shouldn't have! br br And the blood would come to my face br And my hair was curly... br You passer by, I also was! br You passer by, stop! br br Break yourself off a wild stem br And after it a berry,- br No wild strawberry is larger or sweeter br Than one from a graveyard. br br Only don't stand gloomily, br Dropping your head on your chest, br Think about me easily, br As easily then forget! br br How the sun's ray shines upon you! br You're all covered in golden dust... br -Don't let it disturb you, br My voice from underground.