Текст песни Максим Кривошеев - Анна Ахматова. Не стращай меня грозной судьбой

Do not ride me with Terrible fate
And a great northern boredom.
Today the holiday is our first with you,
And this holiday is separated.
Nothing that I will not meet
That the moon did not wander over us
I do you today
Unprecedented in the world gifts:
Reflect my water
Per hour, as the evening river can not sleep.
Look at the fact that Paducha
Did not help in heaven to return,
Echoing voices that exhausted
And then there was fresh, and summer, -
So that you hear without a thrill could
Voronene near Moscow gossip
So that dampness of the October Day
Became sweeter than the May Nega ...
Remember my angel, me,
Remember even before the first snow.