Текст песни Ахматова - будешь жить, не зная лиха

Are you going to live without knowing the dashing ,
Edit and judge ,
With his quiet friend
The children grow .

And in all your luck ,
From all honor,
You do not know that I am weeping
Days of losing the account.

Many of us homeless ,
Our strength lies in
As for us , blind and dark ,
Bright house of God ,

And for us , bowed dale ,
The altars are lit ,
Our God's throne
Voices fly .

1915