Текст песни А.Ахматова - Нам свежесть слов и чувства простоту...

We freshness words and feelings of ease
Losing is not the only weapon that the painter - view
Or an actor - voice and movement,
A beautiful woman - beauty?

But do not try to keep himself
You granted the heavens :
Convicted - and know it for yourself -
We waste rather than save .

Come one and heal the blind ,
To find out in a hard hour of doubt
Students malicious mockery
And the indifference of the crowd .
1915