Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Анна Ахматова. Привольем пахнет дикий мед

Greeting smells wild honey

I will give the wild honey,
Dust - sunlight,
Phialo - Girl Mouth,
And gold is nothing.
The reservoir smells
And apple - love.
But we learned forever,
That blood smells only blood ...

And in vain the governor of Rome
Soap hands before all the people
Under the sinister cries of mobile;
And Scottish Queen
In vain with narrow palms
Washed red splashes
In the silent darkness of the royal house ...

1933.