Текст песни А.Ахматова - В ту ночь мы сошли друг от друга с ума

That night we went to each other crazy,
Luminary's just sinister darkness,
Its murmuring irrigation ditches,
And Asia smelled of cloves.

And we passed through the city of a stranger,
Through the smoky heat of the song and midnight -
Some are under the constellation of the Serpent,
Not daring to look at each other.

That could be Istanbul or Baghdad,
But, alas! not Warsaw, not Leningrad,
And bitter it dissimilarity
Choked as air abandonment.

And it seemed to: next paced century,
And the drum beat an invisible hand,
And sounds like secret signs,
Before us were circling in the darkness.

We were with you in the mysterious gloom,
As if going on no man's land,
But a month Diamond felucca
Suddenly emerged over the meeting, separation ...

And if you come back that night and to you
In your strange fate for me,
You know that someone has dreamed
Sacred this moment.