Текст песни А.А.Ахматова - Мне голос был. Он звал утешно...

When in anguish suicide
People of German guests was waiting ,
And the spirit of stern Byzantinism
From forth to the Russian Church ,

When Neva capital ,
Forgetting his greatness ,
As drunken harlot
I did not know who takes it -

I heard a voice . He called consoling ,
He said, " Come here ,
Leave your region, deaf and sinful ,
Leave Russia forever.

I have blood on your hands otmoyu ,
I pull out the black shame from your heart ,
I 'll cover a new name
The pain of defeat and resentment . "

But calmly and quietly
Hands I closed the hearing,
To this speech unworthy
I do not defiled sorrowful spirit.