Текст песни Анна Ахматова - А ты теперь тяжелый и унылый

And now you're heavy and dull,
Forsaken from the glory and dreams,
But for me irreparably cute
And the darker the touching you.

You drink wine, your impure night
What in reality, you do not know that in a dream,
But the painful green eyes -
Peace, seen, found in wine.

And my heart only to die soon asks,
Cursing the slowness of fate.
Increasingly, western wind brings
Your criticisms and your prayers.

But do I dare to come back to you?
Under the pale sky of my homeland
I only know how to sing and reminisce,
Do you remember me and do not you dare.

So the days go by, sadness multiplying.
As for you, I pray to the Lord?
You guessed right: this is my love,
That even you could not kill her.