Текст песни Анна Ахматова - А ты теперь тяжелый и унылый

And now you're heavy and dull,
Renounced the glory and the dream,
But for me irreparably cute,
And the darker the touching you.

You drink wine, your impure night
That in reality, you do not know that in a dream,
But green anguished eyes -
Rest, apparently, not found in wine.

And my heart only to die soon asks
Cursing the slowness of fate.
Increasingly west wind brings
Your criticisms and your prayers.

But do I dare to come back to you?
Under the pale sky of my homeland
I only know how to sing and remember,
Do you remember me and do not you dare.

So the days go by, sadness multiplying.
As for you I pray to the Lord?
You guessed it: this is my love,
That even you could not kill her.