Текст песни Ахматова А.А. - Сегодня мне письма не принесли

Today they did not bring me a letter:
He forgot to write or left;
Spring is like a trill of silver laughter
Ships in the bay.
Today they didn’t bring me a letter ...

He was with me just recently,
So loving, affectionate and mine
But it was a white winter
Now spring, and the sadness of spring is poisonous,
He was with me just recently ...

I hear: a light quivering bow,
Like from death pain, beats, beats,
And I'm scared that my heart will break
I will not add these tender lines ...