Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Уединение

So many stones thrown at me,
What none of them are no longer afraid ,
And slender tower became a trap ,
Highest among the high towers.
Builders thank her ,
Let their concern and sadness will pass .
From before I see the dawn ,
Here the last ray of the sun triumphs .
And often in the window of my room
Flies winds of the northern seas ,
And the dove eating out of my hands, wheat ...
But I did not finish the page -
Divinely calm and easy ,
Muse adds a dark hand .