Текст песни Цветаева-Ахматовой - Я полюбила Вас, Анна Ахматова.

Anna Akhmatova

Narrow, non-Russian camp -
Over folios .
Shawl of the Turkish countries
Pala as a robe .

You pass them one
Bent black line.
Cold - in fun, heat -
In your dejection .

Your whole life - chills,
And the end - what is it?
Cloud - dark - forehead
Junior demon.

Each of the earth
You tune - a trifle !
And unarmed verse
At the heart of our aims .

In the morning a sleepy hour
- It seems that a quarter of the fifth -
I loved you,
Anna Akhmatova.

February 11, 1915