Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Вечером

Rang music in the garden
That unspeakable grief .
Fresh and sharp smell of the sea
On a platter oysters on ice .

He told me : " I'm a true friend ! "
And I touched my dress .
So do not look like arms
Touch these hands .

So pat cats or birds ,
For riders looking to slim ...
Only the laughter in his eyes calm
Under a light gold lashes.

A mournful violins voice
Sing for creeping smoke :
" Bless the heavens -
You for the first time with a loved one . "