Текст песни Анна Ахматова. Читает Маргарита Терехова - Как белый камень в глубине колодца...

As a white stone in the depths of the well,
Lies in me a memory .
I can not and do not want to fight :
It is - and it's fun - suffering.

I think that anyone who takes a look close
In my eyes , he sees immediately .
Sad and pensive will be
Man regarded mournful story.

I know what the gods transformed
People in subjects without killing consciousness
To live forever marvelous sadness.
You turned into a remembrance of me.

June 5, 1916
Slepnevo