Текст песни Татьяна Радионова - Анна Ахматова - Высокие своды костела

High arches of the church
Blue than empyrean ...
Forgive me, boy cheerful,
What I brought you smert.-

For rose from the area round,
For your stupid letter,
Because, bold and dark,
Dull pale from love.

I thought you purposely -
As adults want to be.
I thought languid, vicious
We can not, as a bride to love.

But everything was in vain.
When they came to the cold,
You've watched impassively
For me, always and everywhere,

Like saving up signs
My dislike. Forgive!
Why have you taken vows
Pained way?

And death to your arms stretched ...
Tell me, what happened then?
I do not know how fragile throat
Under a blue collar.

Forgive me, boy cheerful,
Owlet tortured me!
Today, I am from the church
So it is difficult to go home.