Текст песни Анна Андреевна Ахматова - И когда друг друга проклинали

And when the cursed each other
The passion, white-hot ,
Both of us did not understand ,
As the earth is small for two people ,
And that memory fierce torments ,
Torture strong - fire ailment ! -
And in the night bottomless heart teaches
Ask : about where the deceased one ?
And when , through the waves of incense,
The choir is booming , exulting and thunderstorms ,
Look into the soul strictly and doggedly
Those inevitable eye.