Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Анне Ахматовой

I think I pick up words
Similar to your savagery.
A mistaken - I do Trin-grass,
I still will not part with an error.

I hear the patter of wet roofs,
End plates eclogues stalled.
Some city obvious from the first lines,
It grows and is given each syllable.

Around the spring, but it is impossible for the city.
More strict zakazchitsa buying.
Eyes sewing lamps to tears,
Lights dawn back without straightening.

Inhaling gave Ladoga surface,
Hastening to the water, humbling force decline.
With such gulyanok nothing to take.
Channels smell musty pilings.

As it dives like an empty walnut,
Hot wind rustles and eyelids
Branches and the stars and lights, and milestones
And the bridge gazing into the distance seamstress.

Sometimes the eye differently sharp,
A different image is accurate.
But the worst solution of the fortress -
A night under the gaze of the white expanse of the night.

So I can see your face and eyes.
He to me is inspired not by a pillar of salt,
Which you five years ago,
Funk pinned regard to rhyme,

But based on your first books
Where were strengthened prose closely grains,
He and all like a spark conductor
Events come true makes the beat.