Marina Tsvetaeva

• My eyes are scorched by every gaze..., by Andrey Kneller
  My eyes are scorched by every gaze, / Each day is different in a way. / I am telling you this, just in case, / I should ever cheat and betray: ...
• Under sun the eyes are burning..., by Ilya Shambat
  Under sun the eyes are burning, / Day's not equal day. / I tell you for that occasion / If I would betray: Whose lips I had not been kissing /...