Текст песни Александр Блок - Мы встречались с тобой на закате.

Alexander Blok
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We met with you at sunset.

You crossed the bay with an oar.

I loved your white dress

Falling out of love with the refinement of dreams.

The silent meetings were strange.

Ahead - on a sand spit

Evening candles lit up.

Someone thought of pale beauty.

Approaches, approaches, combustion -

The azure silence does not accept ...

We met in the evening fog

Where there are ripples and reeds near the shore.

No longing, no love, no resentment,

Everything faded, passed, departed ...

White camp, the voices of the requiem

And your golden oar.

May 13, 1902