Текст песни Любовь Тихомирова - Анна Ахматова - Песня последней встречи

So helpless breast grew cold,
But my steps were light.
I put on the right hand
The glove on her left hand.

It seemed that a lot of steps,
And I knew - their only three!
Between autumn maples whisper
He asked: "With me die!

I cheated my dull,
Changeable, evil fate. "
I said, "Dear, dear!
And me too. I will die with you ... "

This song is the last meeting.
I looked at the dark house.
Only bedroom candles burning
Indifferent yellow flame.