Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Когда лежит луна ...

When the moon is a hunk of melon chardzhuyskoy
On the edge of the window and stuffiness around,
When the door is closed, and the enchanted house
Air branch of blue wisteria,
And in a cup of cold water clay,
And snow towels and candle wax
Solid as a child, moths szyvaya,
Roaring silence, not hearing my words -
Then the black Rembrandt angles
With the club that a sudden and hide there,
But I do not vstrepenus not even scared.
There is solitude I caught on the network.
Rented a black cat looks like centuries eye
And in the mirror counterpart does not want to help me.
I'll sleep sweetly. Night, night.