Текст песни Ахматова - будешь жить, не зная лиха

Are you going to live without knowing the dashing,
Edit and judge,
With his quiet friend
The children grow.

And in all your luck,
From all honor,
You do not know that I am weeping
Days of losing the account.

Many of us homeless,
Our strength lies in
As for us, blind and dark,
Bright house of God,

And for us, bowed dale,
The altars are lit,
Our God's throne
Voices fly.

1915