Текст песни на стихи Анны Ахматовой - Романс

Oh, life without tomorrow,
Catch treason in every word,
And decreases loves
Star goes for me.

So quietly fly away ,
Almost did not recognize at the meeting,
But again and again the night shoulders
In languor wet kiss .

Dear traveler in a distant city ,
Blow my words,
To make sadder
Those whom I'm still alive ...

You I was not cute ,
You are my posts, and torture lasted .
And like a criminal languished
Love , filled with evil.

Something like a brother, sitting silent,
But if you meet the eyes ,
I swear to heaven
In the fire melted granite