Текст песни А. Ахматова - Есть В Близости Людей Заветная Черта

There are a cherished feature in the proximity of people,
It does not go in love and passion -
Let in a terrible silence merge mouth,
And the heart rushes from love to pieces.

And friendship here is powerless, and years
High and fiery happiness,
When the soul is free and alien
The slowest is the Estimate of Sweistance.

Seeking insane, and her
Those who have achieved toasty ...
Now you understand why my
The heart is not beating under your hand.