Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Муза

When I'm at night waiting for her arrival ,
Life seems to be hanging by a thread .
With accolades that youth, that freedom
Previous lovely guest with a pipe in his hand.

And it came . Throwing back the blanket ,
Carefully she looked at me .
She say : & quot; You eh Dantu dictated
Pages Hell ? & Quot; Responsible : & quot; I & quot ;.