Текст песни Татьяна Радионова - Анна Ахматова - Высокие своды костела

High arches of the church
Blue than the firmament ...
Forgive me, boy cheerful,
I brought you smert.-

For rose from the area round,
For your stupid letters ,
For what , bold and dark,
Dull pale of love.

I thought : you purposely -
As adults want to be .
I thought, languid, vicious
We can not, as a bride to love.

But everything was in vain.
When they came to the cold,
Allowing you already impassively
Follow me everywhere and always,

As if saving up signs
My dislike . I'm sorry !
Why have you taken vows
Pained way?

And death to your arms stretched ...
Tell me, what happened then ?
I do not know how fragile throat
Under a blue collar.

Forgive me, boy cheerful,
Owlet tortured me !
Today, I am from the church
So hard to leave home.