Текст песни На стихи А. Ахматовой - На шее мелких чёток ряд

On the small beads neck line,
In general the coupling hands hide,
Eyes look desperate
And I never cry.

A pale mouth slightly under tension,
Roughly difficult breathing,
And my breasts are shaking
Flowers nebyvshego bye.

And unlike the flight
Gait this windy,
As if under the feet of the raft,
Instead of parquet squares.

And it seems to face paler
From liloveyuschego silk,
Slightly comes to eyebrows
My nezavitaya fringe.

And unlike the flight,
And unlike the flight
Gait this windy,
This...

And it seems to face paler
From liloveyuschego silk,
Slightly comes to eyebrows
My nezavitaya fringe.