Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Песня последней встречи

So helpless breast ran cold ,
But my steps were light .
I put on the right hand
The glove on her left hand .

It seemed that a lot of steps ,
And I know - there are only three !
Between autumn maples whisper
He asked : & quot; Die with me !

I cheated my dull
Fickle , evil fate & quot ;.
I said : & quot; Dear, dear -
And me too. I will die with you ! & Quot;

This song is the last meeting .
I looked at the dark house .
Only bedroom candles burning
Indifferent yellow flame .