Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Не будем пить из одного стакана...

We will not drink from the same cup
No water we nor sweet wine
We do not kiss us early in the morning,
And at evening without looking out the window.
You breathe the sun, the moon, I breathe,
But we live with love odnoyu.

With me is always my faithful, affectionate friend,
Are you your gay friend.
But it is clear gray eyes fright
And you're the culprit of my illness.
Short we do not become more frequent meetings.
So our peace we are to be protected.

Only your voice singing in my poems,
In your verses my breath blows.
Oh, there's a fire, which does not dare
Touch any forgetfulness or fear.
And if you knew how now I Luba
Your dry pink lips!