Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Птицы смерти в зените стоят...

Birds are at the zenith of death .
Who is going to bail out of Leningrad ?

Do not make noise around - he breathes ,
It is still alive , he hears everything:

How to wet the bottom of the Baltic Sea
His sons are groaning in his sleep ,

As his cries from the depths : " Bread! "
Before reaching the seventh heaven ...

But this ruthless firmament .
And looking out of the windows - death.

1941