How many have already fallen there.. M. Цветаева

How many have already fallen there-
Far land with no way back-
As everyone in turn,I'm also destined
To reach the last instant.

My grass-green eyes,my soul that sang and fought
And spread her blinding beams,
My golden hair and enchanting voice
Will vanish like a dream!

The search of bread,the things of day's importance
Perpetually will last,
And there'll be all-as if my own  life-span
Was nothing but the dust!

So childish in my faces,always shifting,
And so seldom-harsh,
Who liked so much to watch the wood in chimney
Turn finally in ash,

Who liked the cello,and the horses' trot in forest,
And bells which used to ring,
So natural and true in every moment
I had to live.

To each of you-I've never known the borders:
Who's mine and who's not?!-
I now appeal:believe me-this I order,
And love me-this I want.

I beg for love-both orally and written,
For both "yes" and "no",
For days and nights,for being sadness-stricken
And only 20 years old;

Forgiving the offenders without doubt-
As I'm ordained;
My tenderness' eternal pouring out,
And look that might seem vain;

For things occur in happy incontinuance,
For both truth and game;
You,listen:love me most of all for reason
That I'll die one day.

"Уж сколько их упало в эту бездну..",думаю,весь текст не надо писать.