Текст песни Ахматова Анна - И давно мои уста не целуют, а пророчат...

No, Prince , I'm not the one
Who do I see you want
How long is my mouth
Do not kiss , and prophesy .
Do not think that delirious
And tortured anguish
Loud cry I trouble :
My craft stuff.
And know how to teach ,
That unexpected happened ,
How to tame forever
The one that caught liking .
Glory want? - I have
Ask if the Board ,
Only this - a trap ,
Where neither joy nor light.
Well, now go home
Forget about our meeting ,
And for thy sin , my dear,
I will answer before the Lord .

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