Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Целый день провела у окошка

A day spent at the window
And languished : " Hurry storm ."
Once inoculated the wild cats
I saw such eyes .

That's right , the one whom you wait , will not return ,
And past deadlines have passed .
Sultry heat, like tin, pouring
From heaven to the parched land .

You're just longing heart exhausted
Looking into the dull gray mist .
And it seems to me - suddenly zamyauchish ,
Bending on the dirty floor .
Summer 1911