Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Не будем пить из одного стакана...

We will not drink from the same glass
Neither the water we nor sweet wine ,
We do not kiss in the morning early,
And at evening without looking out the window.
You breathe the sun, the moon, I breathe ,
But We Love odnoyu alive .

Always with me my faithful , gentle friend
With you your gay friend.
But I understand the fear gray eyes ,
And you are the culprit of my illness.
Short we are becoming more frequent meetings.
So our peace we are to be protected.

Only your voice singing in my poems ,
In your verses my breath blows .
Oh, there's a fire, which did not dare
Touch or forgetfulness or fear.
And if you knew how I am now Luba
Your dry, pink lips !