Текст песни А. А. Ахматова - Приморский сонет

Everything here will outlive me,
Everything, even the dilapidated nestlings
And this air, spring air,
A sea-going flight.

And the voice of eternity is calling
With an irresistible unearthly,
And over the cherry blossoms
Radiance is pouring light month.

And it seems so easy
Whitening in the thicket of emerald,
The road won't tell you where ...

There, among the trunks, it is even lighter,
And everyone goes to the alley
By the Tsarskoye Selo pond.