Текст песни А. Ахматова - Любовь покоряет обманом...

Love conquers deception,
Melody simple, unskilful .
Not so long ago , strange
 You were not gray and sad .

And when she smiled
 In the gardens of thy house , into the field
 Everywhere you looked ,
What you're free and in the wild.

There was a bright you taken it
 And who drank poison her .
After all, the stars were bigger,
It smelled different herbs,
Autumn grass .