Текст песни А.А. Ахматова - Мелхола

And the lad plays the mad king,
And the merciless night destroys,
And loudly the triumphant dawn calls
And the ghosts of horror suffocate.
And the king favorably says to him:
"The fire is in you, young man, wondrous burns,
And I am for such a medicine
I'll give you my daughter and the kingdom. "
And the royal daughter looks at the singer,
She doesn't need songs, she doesn't need a crown,
In her soul, sorrow and resentment,
But Michal wants David.
Paler than dead, her mouth is tight,
Frenzy in green eyes
Clothes shine and ring harmoniously
Wrists with every movement.
As a secret, as a dream, as the foremother of Lilith!
Not willingly, she says:
"Probably they gave me a drink with the poison,
And my spirit is darkened
My shamelessness is my humiliation,
Tramp, robber, shepherd!
Why should none of the court nobles,
Alas, it doesn't look like him! ..
And the sun's rays ... and the stars in the night ...
And this cold shiver ... "

1959-1961