Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Помолись о нищей, о потерянной

Pray for impoverished , the lost ,
About my living soul ,
You're in his ways always confident,
Light uzrevshih in a tent .

And you , sad and grateful ,
I tell you for it later ,
As I was tormented night of carbon monoxide ,
How to breathe the morning ice.

In this life I saw a little bit ,
Only sang and waited.
I know : I did not hate his brother
And sisters betrayed .

Why is God punishing me
Every day and every hour ?
Or is it an angel pointed me
The light , invisible to us?